"You knew it was a final farewell," she said, as the hot tears burned in her eyes. "You were saying goodbye to me." She felt her voice choke into silence. "You should have told me, Mother."
"It is not yet time to grieve." The voice was familiar; she had heard it on that great cliff island when she gained Defender.
It is not yet time to grieve"My mother …" Melcorka said.
"It is not yet time to grieve," that voice repeated quietly.
It is not yet time to grieve"Who are you?" Melcorka did not expect a reply.
"It is time to follow your destiny, warrior."
It is time to follow your destiny, warriorPerhaps it was because of the clarity of the voice, but Melcorka felt an easing of her grief. She had other things on her mind; somehow, she had to cross to the northern shore of the Forth, as Bea
