Roland opened the door of the bedchamber, “Magnus?”
There was no immediate answer. He shut the door and slid the bolt across it.
A slight chill in the room had him frowning and his gaze went to the dying fire in the hearth. He stepped over to it and poked at the fire with a stick that rested against the wall.
“Magnus?”
“Here.” Magnus’s voice came from a little open alcove that faced the courtyard.
As he approached the alcove, he smelled the dampness of rain. Roland found Magnus looking out, watching the rain fall. It had begun to pour a few hours earlier. “Are you well?”
Magnus smiled. “Aye. I expected you to be with your family a little longer.”
He shook his head. “I think we are all still getting used to each other. The only mother I have known was my mother in Amir.”
“Give it so
