because Myron didn’t do his job, it’s all messed up. It’s his fault my life’s wrecked and he needs to fix it.”
Joan leaned back and looked at Doreen for a minute. “I’m not sure we can ask Myron to play matchmaker. That’s a little outside his realm of responsibility, Doreen.”
“It shouldn’t be, not when this mess is all his fault.”
Nan shook her head. “You can’t blame Myron for those raids.”
“You’d feel differently if you’d lost everything like I have,” Doreen answered.
“I did lose everything,” Margot said. “My husband was killed, my house was destroyed, and I have no idea where my son is or even if he’s still alive, but that doesn’t make it Myron’s fault.”
“It’s his province. He’s supposed to protect it,” Doreen argued.
“He can’t be everywhere,” Lyla said. “The way I see it, he went above and beyond his duty when he figured out where we were and came after us.”
“It’s his responsibility to make sure we’re safe in our homes, and he didn’t,” Doreen said coolly, “so it’s up to him to make things right.”
Joan shook her head. “I’ll tell him you’d like to speak with him, but you’re going to have to argue your own case. In the meantime, you need to figure out how you can earn a living in case you end up on your own, and you need to find someplace to stay while this is getting settled. You can’t keep living at Jana’s.” Joan straightened the papers in her lap and set them on the table beside her chair. “Well, that’s all we need to discuss tonight. Now, if you’ll come with me, there’s tea and cake in the kitchen.”
~ ~ ~ ~
While Joan was meeting with the women, Kevin was in Torrey’s kitchen having coffee and cake. After they finished eating, Kevin asked Torrey if he could borrow Warren for a bit. “I want to talk to him about something, and I’d like to take him someplace else to do it.”
“Just don’t forget to bring him back and in one piece.”
“Not another duel, I hope,” Warren said as he stood up.
“Not this time.” Kevin held out his arm to Warren. A few minutes later they were standing in bright sunshine on the ledge in front of the cave Kevin had originally set up for Gaynor.
Warren looked around for a moment. “Are the chairs still inside?”
Kevin nodded as he stepped inside to get one of the glowstone torches.
After the two men were seated in the cave room where Landis and Robyn had talked, Warren asked, “What can I do for you?”
“How would you feel about taking on an apprentice?”
Warren frowned. “You wouldn’t be talking about your apprentice, would you?”
Kevin nodded.
“Are you sure I’m the right choice? I don’t know how good I’d be at it. I haven’t had an apprentice in years.” Warren grinned. “But I have to admit it’s a lot of fun. They get so excited when they actually manage to do something right.”
Kevin laughed. “I remember that feeling. Sometimes I still can’t believe all the stuff magic can do. But in answer to your question, yes, I’m sure you’re the right choice. She needs someone who can work with her every day, and I can’t do that. I’ll help as much as I can, but she’s not safe in Milhaven. We’ve already found that out. If I’d had any idea how things were going to work out, I wouldn’t have agreed to take her on in the first place, but I never dreamed anyone would send assassins into Milhaven to kill her. She’s no danger to anyone right now, but I guess that’s the point. Rolan wants to get rid of her before she knows enough to be a threat.”
“But if she’s in Walnut Springs, it won’t take the assassins long to figure out where she is. She’d be in just as much danger there, if not more. There wouldn’t be as many people around to protect her.”
“I know, which is why you’d have to work with her somewhere else, someplace where Rolan can’t find you.”
“So Torrey and I’d have to move,” Warren said