"What?" Ina leaned forward towards Peppermint, who sat in front of her. The fox flinched at the Druid's raised voice. "He knew where Draoix's residence was?"
"Yes. We went there because he needed to take a look at Draoix's books. His golden sickle was still there, on his work table. He wanted to bring it for you."
Ina contemplated the golden sickle that lay on her dining table now. Her mouth was slightly open with awe. It had belonged to not only one of the first Druids, but to the one they considered their leader. Their chief. Draoix
Then she looked at Kier, still asleep. She'd dragged him back to the spot where he'd been lying while suffering from the venom. "How did he know where to find it? Witches have been looking for it for two centuries at least."
"He read it in a story," said Medes. "I remember we shared that one as he read it. We linked our minds."