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  1. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  2. PROLOGUE
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  46. EPILOGUE

Or rather, Melisande’s sons. Perhaps he could do something, after all.

Demurely, keeping his eyes lowered, Draconas went back to the table and began mopping up the spill.

The monk could stop his dragon body from leaving this house. The monk could not stop his dragon mind. Draconas’s colors flared, purple and gold.

“Lysira! Are you there?” he cried silently, as he kept an eye on the monk.

“Yes, Draconas,” said the young female immediately.

The monk was rising to his feet. He had quit smiling.

“You seem to be deep in thought, little girl,” said the monk.

“Lysira,” said Draconas, knowing he did not have much time. “Find Marcus. Enter his mind—”

“Enter his mind! The mind of a human! Draconas, I’m not sure—”

“You can do it. You must! Tell him . . .”

Brother Leopold reached out his hand, placed it on Draconas’s head. “You do not look well. I think now is time for rest.”

Draconas squeezed out one burst of color before darkness overtook him and he sagged to floor.

“She’s had such a busy day,” said the monk solicitously. Lifting Draca in his arms, he carried the unconscious girl to bed.

21

DRACONAS’S PLAN TO ALERT MARCUS TO HIS BROTHER’S DANGER was an excellent one. Sadly, Draconas forgot his own mantra— humans are unpredictable. Even after hundreds of years among humans, Draconas could have never predicted Evelina.

Marcus woke about midafternoon from a deep sleep that left him feeling sluggish and thick-headed. Alarmed to find the day so far advanced, he hastened out to ask if young Thom had been sent for the king’s men. The patriarch assured Marcus that the young man had left that morning. Due to the rain, however, the earliest the king’s men might be expected was sometime tomorrow.

Marcus didn’t like this news, and he was short with the patriarch, who was humbly apologetic. Young Thom did not have a horse, nor did he have wings. The road was as long as God made it and the king’s men would be here when they were here. Marcus knew he was being unreasonable, but he longed for home.

Since the patriarch expected all royalty to be unreasonable, no harm was done. The good old man hinted that a swim in the river might clear Marcus’s head and lift his spirits, and he offered to provide a change of clothes, although certainly not the sort of clothes to which the prince was accustomed. Grateful and ashamed of his bad temper, Marcus accepted. The swim did clear his head and left him feeling refreshed.