The air all around him seemed alive with owls, weaving like silent shuttlecocks through the warp and weft of the breeze.
The Wizard of the Forest, and none other, had come here to ask for some favor.
Oh, trouble had come, of the direst measure, Kirelle understood as she hastened to her wardrobe to dress. Little mysteries that other times would have evoked her delight failed to lift her foreboding...
