Chapter 3Boat-building caused a minor argument almost immediately. Gareth, now that the most powerful magician alive had agreed to assist him, was understandably in a hurry to get started. Lorre, centuries older and still not quite sure why he’d agreed, found himself being practical. This was a new sensation, and he wasn’t certain he enjoyed it.
“I imagine,” Gareth said, not quite a question, “that there’s a reason we’re not just magically traveling. The way you brought us to your rooms.”
“There is.” Lorre considered kelp, driftwood, a tangle of sea-wrack. Settled down cross-legged among assembled pieces. Wiggled toes in the sand. He hadn’t bothered to change just yet; he appreciated the satin tumble of his robe and the heat of the late afternoon on his skin. It’d be night by the time th
