‘But Panora is quite plain and the spirit lady was supposed to be so beautiful?’
‘She must have been like her mother in some way or he would not have recognized her and looked so horrified!’
Kyra remembered how strangely Panora seemed to appear and disappear, and the very definite position of privilege she held within the Temple. She could see her now within the circle watching everything that went on.
‘She is a waif... between two worlds...’ Kyra thought, and a twinge of sympathy for the child disturbed her.
And then she thought of Isar.
Panora was always with him and she was the daughter of the man whose destiny it was to cross with Isar.
Fern thought he was safe and far away from Guiron in her new home, but Panora was a constant link with the very danger she was trying to avoid.
