“I didn’t think so,” he added. There it was again, the twinkle in his eye that reminded her of the way they used to be together. “Well, I don’t intend to reveal your secret, Trynne. As I said, I’m quite confident my sister already knows, and if she hasn’t told the king, there must be a good reason for it. I’m still loyal to him. I always have been. Well, I guess we should be on our way?”

He straightened and gestured for her to precede him. As she started to walk, she saw him slip another letter from the desk into his pocket. After opening the door, Fallon turned to Stroud, who was standing outside it like a sentinel.

“Stroud, be a good man and clean up my mess, will you?” Fallon said, gesturing to the disheveled state of the room. “Lady Trynne and I are going to Kingfountain.”

They reached the chapel shortly thereafter, the air still ripe with the fragrance of pine. She stepped into the fountain water and Fallon joined her. They needed to be touching for the magic to work, and she was reaching for his arm when he took her hand instead.

Her confusion must have shown on her face because he immediately said, “I’m sorry, that was presumptuous of me. It’s just that I’ve always held Morwenna’s hand when we traveled together. I thought that’s how it was done.”

They both stood there awkwardly for a moment. Trynne felt a searing flash of jealousy at the realization that Fallon had traveled the ley lines with Morwenna many times before.

“It’s all right,” she said dismissively, trying to keep her voice calm. She kept his warm hand in hers, feeling her heart give a lurching jolt that wasn’t entirely due to the magic she invoked.

CHAPTER EIGHT The Ring Table

CHAPTER EIGHT

The Ring Table

Trynne rubbed her palm across the smooth grooves of the massive table in the great hall of Kingfountain. The round of trunk had been cut from an enormous tree, and she could see the individual rings marking the generations that had passed. Only great power could have summoned something of that enormous size into the hall. But it was more than just a slab of wood. The Ring Table was a conduit for the Fountain’s magic, and it possessed powers none of them truly understood. But Trynne sensed that its chief function was to bring together disparate people from different backgrounds and customs, unifying them in one purpose. It was the symbol of ancient King Andrew’s fallen realm, a kingdom that had been riven by infidelity, and it had disappeared after his fatal injury over a thousand years earlier.