She could find no words to say how beautiful it was and Rex beside her said quietly,
“Once when I came here there were two golden eagles hovering high in the sky. Somehow they became a part of me. Whenever I am in danger or have to make a difficult decision, I think of them.”
“And that has – helped you?” Quenella asked in a low voice.
“They have told me what to do,” he replied, “and they have never been wrong.”
He turned to look at her as he spoke and then he said very quietly,
“I saw them clearly when I was deciding whether or not I would come to meet you at your uncle’s invitation.”
“They – told you to – come?”
Quenella did not know why, but it was difficult to speak.
She felt almost as if she were breathless and there was a strange constriction in her throat.
“They told me it w
