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A reminder of the promise she’d made to
honor the Queen of Terrasen. A single,
solitary flame against the cold.
Manon rubbed at her face as she slumped
onto one of the rocks lining the hearth.
A hand rested on her shoulder, warm and
slight. She didn’t bother to slap it away.
Glennis said, “We’re departing in a few
minutes. I thought I’d say good-bye.”
Manon peered up at the ancient witch. “Fly
well.”
It was really all there was left to say.
Manon’s failure was not due to Glennis, not
due to anyone but herself, she supposed.
You’re afraid.
It was true. She had tried, but not really
tried to win the Crochans. To let them see any
part of her that meant something. To let them
see what it had done to her, to learn she had a
sister and that she had killed her. She didn’t