She perked up at the old tongue of Magos and scooted closer to her, observing the faded script written by Azeran’s hand. “Ianuameans door.”
“I read this before, but I didn’t understand what Azeran meant because I was wrong in my translations. I thought he meant a vault or gate, but he was talking about a locked doorway! This must mean Azeran saw the door to the In Between on Mount Ida.” Her wide green eyes met hers. “Azulo told me this door leads to other worlds. That is exactly what Leoake is after.”
Lucenna’s mind spun at the concept of other worlds. It was both unimaginable and startling. To think the universe was so much bigger than she imagined made her feel insignificantly small. And she also worried what the Druid could be scheming.
“How did you come to that conclusion?”
Something fleetingly crossed Dyna’s eyes, and she looked away. “What else could he want with that door?”
“Then why did he leave the key with you?”
“Perhaps he forgot to ask for it.”
“Hmm.” Unlikely. That Druid schemed as much as Tarn. They were all devastated to learn of his survival. But while they were in Greenwood, they wouldn’t worry about him yet.
Dyna handed her the journal. “These lines here. I can’t make sense of them. They almost seem like incantations.”
“What?” Lucenna studied the words on the page, and they did seem like spoken spells. “That can’t be right. Mages don’t use incantations.”
“Except I use one to unlock the journal,” Dyna reminded her.“Tellus, lunam, solis.”
“That’s a passphrase, not an incantation.”
“I spoke an elf incantation on Tarn’s boat when I fought Lumina.”
Lucenna gaped at her. “Dyna … we can’t wield elf magic. That could have been dangerous.”
She shrugged. “My Essence was locked away. Even if it was free, there was no intent behind the words, and as you said, we cannot cast incantations. But I do wonder what these are.” She tapped on the page.
Lucenna frowned. “I will speak to Lucien about this as well.”
A new orb had arrived for her last week. It was made of the highest quality crystal and matched the purple of her eyes. There was no note with the package, but she knew who it was from.
Clearing her throat, Lucenna brushed her silver hair away from her face. “Azeran filled these pages with many learnings and secrets. I suppose it may be difficult to decipher what it means.” She flipped through the journal. “Where is the map?”
She had passed it on to Zev, then lost track of who held it now.
“Klyde has it.”
Lucenna’s jaw dropped. “What?”
Dyna shrugged with a small chuckle. “Von had it for a time, and well, you told Klyde about Mount Ida, so it seemed fitting.”
“Have you also told him about the prophecy?” At her nod, Lucenna groaned. “What happened to the ill-tempered girl who trusted no one?”
Dyna cracked a smile. “She reminded herself what integrity meant and who her true friends are.”
Which, of course, was such a relief. Tetchy Dyna was so unbearable. She had her old friend back, her verytrustingfriend.
“I think after all Klyde has done, he has earned our trust, don’t you think?”
Frowning, Lucenna glanced at the estate.
That ridiculous man aided them in many ways. Then Klyde took care of her when she had fallen unconscious at the Blood Keep. He had been there every day of her recovery, helping her learn how to walk again—even when she yelled at him and told him to leave her alone. She later discovered that when Anon’s spell hit, Klyde had shielded her with his body.
The only reason he survived it was due to the four-leaf clover in his pocket.
He had heard their trust.
