“Magician, can you see for us?”
Mara had sought out her father’s court magician, Peter Scholar. Ambris went with her. Peter was startled when the Duke’s children entered the little library on the top floor of the Hall of Record, where generations of court magicians had formed their own collection. This was his favorite private place in all the palace, but he immediately set down his pipe and the book he’d chosen for his evening’s study, and made them welcome as if he received guests in his own chambers.
“I am no wizard, My Prince, but I can scry as well as …read more