Part 2489 of 4950 from book45
I owe you a debt he began gently. Cerian looked down at herself and said I think wed betterbook67 go to Count Ambrosius. Feeling better he queried gently. The future. Not without reason Ambrosius repliedbook53 Cerian we must talk. I am not what I seem Ceri began softly my mother was a Princess in her own right she was a Priestess of a strong religion and she bore a gift of healing. Gently Flaptongue took Ceris form from Ambrosius and when the Count had dismounted handed her back. How far into the future Ambrosius asked.... more