He was powerful, having crushed the careful blocks that had been built without effort. It interested her to have a rival of some sort so she focused m...re deeply. Each guild often learned and worked the same spells in slightly different ways so, if one was skilled, one could examine the traces and determine the guild if not the person, but she recognized nothing, so she flicked through more pages of the book that was Neral to find more of what had been going on while the spell caster was left. Let me ask you this first. You have a son that Jane has spoken of. I believe his name is Frank?"They nodded, looking perplexed. To their knowledge Frank had never had anything to do with the manor."He is unmarried? Unbetrothed?" Penny leaned forward."He is both," replied James."May we sit?" asked Penelope.Mrs. Wherry burst into movement. "Of course!" she said. "Where are my manners. I'll brew some tea." Thank you," said Penny, who floated onto a chair that was so ratty and worn it should have. Our daughter has a touch of colic. Very well. Lana disappeared for a moment, then returned with Abby. The Dabbat walked with a sinuous grace, a white bundle in her hand. My heart quickened. They found it so fast? I expected the search to drag on for months yet. So much of the Ancient world was lost, so much destroyed and buried. Abby knelt, holding her bundle up before me in supplication. I motioned my hand. Lana took the bundle, and walked over to me, bowing her head as she handed it over. My. I couldn't lie to her with my eyes and she had known that. Sharon had done the one thing that would cause me to come home. Forced me to look into her eyes and face the pain, face the love, and face myself."Jim, come home. We'll talk. We need to talk. We can get past this. We can move on and rebuild what we had. You need to come home. Tonight."I had serious doubts that I could go on with her now. The way she had gotten even had been too much... far too much. I also knew that I had to think about.