Chapter 40

“Close your mouth, dear,” Nimue said to Margot. “You’ll catch a fly. Now, who’s hungry?”

“I’m starved,” I said, stepping up, mouth watering, and reaching for one of the roasted grouse.

Nimue swatted my hand away. “Mind your manners, Baron Sam. Ladies first.”

“I’m rather famished myself,” Merlin admitted. “I feel as if I haven’t eaten in over a week.”

“You haven’t,” I said.

“Sam,” Nimue said with concern in her voice. “Help Margot take a seat.”

Margot hadn’t moved since the image of San Francisco vanished. She wasn’t quite catatonic, but she was still stunned, to say the least. “This way, my dear.” I guided her gently to a log by the fire and helped her sit. Nimue handed me one of the birds and a cloth, which I put into Margot’s hands. “There you are. Now, take a bite. It will help you think about what you saw. You have seen a glimpse of the future. Perhaps we can see it for real together.”