CHAPTER 26
The next day, the visits began.
George came nervously to the first one and brought the kitten, partly to give his hands something to do and partly because the little devil would not be left behind. “Imp” would be his name, he decided, as he walked. He was certainly black enough for the traditional role.
Rhodri escorted him to a suite of rooms, isolated at the back of one of the endless corridors in Llefelys castle. It was filled with books and worktables and reminded him of Ceridwen’s house at Greenway Court. A faint smell of something chemical lingered over the woodsmoke of the fireplace, almost but not quite drowned by the scent of moldering books.
Morien welcomed them in and led them to a chamber that was set aside for less… messy research. George saw projects on the shel
