“Where did you get that wooden box?” Ambrosius asked.
“I’ve had it for years.”
“How come I’ve never noticed it before?”
“Brimmelle doesn’t like me wasting time writing in my journals, so I keep it tucked away. Why?”
“It appears very similar to one I once owned.” Ambrosius realized that he was growing impatient with the slow pace of the boat. He knew Darkmere was about to destroy the kingdom, while he sat there doing nothing more than watching Grewen row. Little things were starting to agitate him. “Don’t be hiding things.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you hadn’t seen it before.”
Ambrosius stopped himself and placed a soft hand on the boy’s shoulder. “No, I’m sorry. You did nothing wrong.”
While weeding the limp plants from her clothes, Gluic had watched the discussion and turned her attention to Ambrosius. “What’s on your mind?”
“It’s what’s not in it.” Ambrosius sighed. “I still don’t understand how Darkmere found and destroyed the Grand Council. Each member had to be shown the way. I don’t believe he knew how to get there. And yet I’m certain he was behind its destruction.”
Gluic removed one of her small sacks of stones from her belt, “We never finished regaining your memories, now is as good a time as any.”
“I would appreciate that. In fact, I truly need to know what happened. If for no other reason than for myself.”
There was just enough room in the boat for Ambrosius to lie down and receive Gluic’s help. She began the same as before with the placing of the stones and then her hands. It wasn’t long before his mind drifted off to a faraway place and a memory of the Mountain King statue, the Temple room, and the Grand Council.
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