Magus’ body filled the door frame and the sun gleamed on his ash-blond hair. ‘Bright blessings, Sylvie! Put your shoes on. I’m taking you out for a walk.’ ‘Okay. I’ll get Mum.’ ‘No, just you and me. That’s alright with you, isn’t it Miranda?’ She’d followed Sylvie out of the kitchen and looked a little surprised at this. ‘Er, yes, of course it is. Get your coat, Sylvie, and make sure—’ ‘No fussing now. It’s a beautiful warm morning. Remember, Miranda, this is the beginning of a new way of life. Sylvie needs fresh air and exercise.’ They walked under the cherry blossom to the front gate and Magus led her in the opposite direction to the Hall, along the little path which wound into the woods. Early morning sunlight streamed through the branches in golden shafts. The buds were tight with green promise and sweet birdsong filled the air. They walked slowly in silence for some time and Sylvie became increasingly aware of the man by her side. He was subtly different today.
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