Back in Biarkh, Theolonius Stalwart had scoured the entire country in search for his grandson. He had vanished right before his eyes. Stalwart refused to believe what he'd seen at first, but after looking at every possible location Myles could have teleported to, that nagging thought came rushing out again.
'Did he really vanish in time?'
He was in Hartwell's old castle, near Merinsk. He had occupied the largest room in the keep, as befit someone of his stature. Gray stone walls surrounded him, draping the room in silence. He'd gotten rid of all the tapestries and paintings. He wasn't in a contemplative mood lately.
He heard a gentle knock at the door then Hartwell came in.
"The witch is on her way to Milogac," Hartwell said. "At this rate, she'll reach the island before we could get to her."
"Let her do as she wishes," Stalwart said in a bitter tone. "Did you find my grandson?"
