And glinting off the sleek black walls of the castle
like
a
mirror.
A place of enchantment, Maggie thought, looking
around in wonder. It really is beautiful here.
Then she looked at the boy beside her. At his
dark hair
just now extremely tousled-and his
smooth fair skin, and his elegant bones.
At the
mouth which was still a bit proud and willful, but
was mostly vulnerable.
And at those fearless, brilliant yellow eyes which
looked back at her as if she were the most important thing in the universe.
"I suppose that all prophecies come true by acci
dent," she said slowly and thoughtfully.
"From just
ordinary people trying and lucking out."
"There is
nothing
ordinary about you,"
One
from the land of kings long forgotten;
One
from
the hearth which still holds the spark;
One
from
the Day World where two eyes are
watching
;
One
from
the twilight to be one with the dark.