‘But what if she does not call for me? What if she is happier now, with the ministrations of Daisy? Oh … I shall just die if Lady Betts dismisses me altogether.’
will not … and you will not.’ Mytheryn responded gruffly. He turned away from me and rattled about amongst some jars of obscure ingredients. He seemed to have moved beyond our senseless conversation.
was not having it. ‘Mytheryn,’ I said, commanding the wizard’s attention again.
He spun away from his task and glowered at me. ‘What is it, girl?’ he replied querulously.
‘How do you know? Are you privy to Lady Betts’ secrets?’
Mytheryn sighed and placed whatever had been in his hand onto his work bench. He then beckoned me to sit
at the small wooden table where we had shared our meals over the last few days.
I sat down warily, placing my head between my hands, elbows resting on the tabletop.
straight. That is no way for a lady to assemble herself. And, secondly … you were sent here for no other reason than to be kept out of harm’s way. You saw how evil-tempered Lord Pharyn was, this very morning. Would you be there?’
I raised my green eyes to Mytheryn’s, then I sat up straight with intention. As for the other … a moment of silence passed between us - a moment I am sure the wizard relished after the constant onslaught of chatter and
questions I had subjected him to over the last few days. ‘Oh … alright,’ I finally conceded, 'if you are certain that my fate is secure, I will copy my letters. I will be a good girl, conduct myself as a lady would. And … curb my
tongue for the rest of the day.’ I pouted prettily.
The wizard chuckled, and a twinkle entered his eye. ‘The letters, I believe, the good girl … hmm … we shall see, but as for the chatter, or lack
thereof, it is to be experienced before trusted.’ With that he returned his attention to his potions and there was no shifting him thereafter.