Not long had passed. While Lugh was busy making a physical list of the things he had to do, his clone was hard at work completing a novel.
The sword lay tucked in a corner, wrapped in old clothes in the absence of a scabbard.
An hour or two passed before Lugh stood up to stretch.
Now that this entire fiasco had blown over, there was a particularly important task he had put off for too long—Lirienne.
Healing her was easy with Emrys' arts. With his new comprehension of transformation magic, her disfigurement was all but gone. She could even be made more beautiful than she once was.
He walked to the door and opened it—only to find a maid standing there, her hand raised, about to knock.
She nearly flinched. It was the same maid who had first brought him food after his arrival. And more recently, the one he'd recognized as part of Isolde's shadows.
Hmm.
His mind reeled. Since day one, he hadn't interacted with a single real member of the manor staff.
