The girl bowed to him and sat on a small chair in the corner of the library. Silence in the room thickened until Menkar had finally introduced the scribe. "Her name is Tania. She's my scribe at the monastery."
Tania. The name was beautiful and he wondered how it would sound rolling off his tongue. All at once he remembered the scribbles he had written down, 'T' mingled with 'Fae' in them. Her name had eluded him, yet plagued his dreams every night. His Fae.
"She's very young to be a translator. I was expecting an older man with more experience," said Rigel as he drummed his finger on the table, suspicious of her. "Will she be able to do the job?"
"Of course, Your Highness. Tania is well versed in seven ancient languages. If you have a problem with her let me know and I will replace her immediately."
"But she seems very inexperienced," Rigel countered, with a frown.
