“I kept quiet, having a lot to think about. Thirty days should be long enough to find a locus magicalicus, shouldn’t it? And what about Pettivox? He was a magister. What was he doing working with Crowe? “Well, boy,” Nevery said, striding along. “You have provoked my curiosity. I wonder how you survived the Twilight.” “I have quick hands,” I said. “And I was lucky.” “Hmph,” Nevery said, pausing to open a tunnel gate. “Maybe so. But that’s not all of it. Luck and thievery didn’t raise you from a b...aby. Who did?” Oh. “My mother,” I said. We reached the gate leading to Heartsease. Nevery opened it and went through, and I followed him up the stairs to the courtyard. I stopped at the tree and looked west. In the branches above our heads, the black birds stirred, like leaves in a breeze. The sun had just gone down, and, in the distance, the sky over the Twilight was stained with yellowish streaks. A few dim lights shone, like stars through clouds. Nevery tapped his cane against the cobblestones.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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