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had the dubious artefacts destroyed.”
    Munro noticed Tràth never called her mother. On the rare occasions he talked about the former queen, he always referred to her by name.
    “You’re welcome to come along,” Munro said to the prince on impulse. “Perhaps we’ll find information on temporal magic as well.”
    Much to Munro’s surprise, the prince shuddered. “Not yet,” he said. “I’m not ready for more. But thank you.”
    Munro nodded. Tràth had suffered quite a trauma last year. When he’d inadvertently trapped himself and part of a Scottish village in a time bubble, he had swept them seemingly out of existence. Since then, he’d attempted to learn to control and subdue his abilities, unlike most, who wanted to expand them.
    “Not sure what you can find in a book,” Rory said, “but any help at all would be good. Sometimes it feels like we’re working in circles.”
    The idea was simple: to combine their abilities to create one large object of power. They’d found other ways to blend their powers before, but all their recent efforts had proved ineffective. They kept at it because being druids was all anyone required of them, and the magic flows felt so good to work with. Some deep-seated need drove them to keep trying.
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    Flùranach sighed loudly. Her eyes grew heavy as sunlight streamed into the windows. She didn’t want to miss anything, not a single word. If she fell asleep, next thing she knew, she’d have to go to lessons when she woke at dusk. It required every ounce of stubborn will to stay awake.
    From the corner of her eye, she caught Tràth watching her with a tiny grin on his face. “Come on,” he said. “Let me escort you back to your grandfather’s. Save him from having to look for you again.”
    “Just a little longer,” she pled.
    The prince chuckled. “They’ll be at this for hours,” he said, indicating the druids. “With their teeth in this debate, they won’t even remember we’re here. You won’t miss a thing. I promise.”
    She decided to try a different tack. “Remember what you said to me earlier?” she asked. “About the ocean?”
    He pulled his dark brow over his intense blue eyes and frowned. “The ocean…” he muttered, as though teasing the idea with his mind.
    “You said time is the ocean and we are driftwood.”
    His eyes lost focus as he remembered. “Yes,” he whispered to himself.
    “Can you swim in it?” she asked. “The waterfae live deep in the ocean but swim all over.”
    “They do, don’t they?” he muttered.
    “Is that how time works?” With her astral abilities, she skimmed the surface of his mind, feeling him float in his own thoughts.
    “What are you doing?” he asked her.
    She looked at him and realised his gaze had grown sharp. “I want to see what you do. Can you show me?”
    “You want me to show you time?” He frowned again.
    “I’ll use my far-seeing ability while you guide me. Or maybe if you get the picture and let me in, I could see for myself.”
    “I don’t see time exactly,” he began. “Not with my eyes.”
    “Perhaps I can show you .” She waited as he considered. When he nodded, her skin tingled with excitement.
    The prince closed his eyes and reached out to her. She rose and put her much smaller hand into his, then sat next to him. With easy, practiced motions, she released the sights and sounds around her and travelled inward. She needed no words to find Tràth. He opened himself to her mind completely. His trust delighted her.
    “Your talents are astounding,” he said. The voice echoed strangely in her mind. “I have never experienced anything like this. Are we in your mind or mine?”
    Flùranach considered. “I don’t know. Somewhere between, I think.” Her mentors considered this magic too advanced for her. Most of the time, they would never let her engage so deeply with someone else, unless that person was a master of astral flows. Even still, they required her to surrender complete