’Twas not surprising that Merlin the Sorcerer, who some thought to be among the first of the Druids, had used the trefoil in the workings of what might be his most powerful spell.She’d never seen her mother wear the pendant. Indeed, she hadn’t known it existed until a few hours before her mother’s death. Not knowing what else to do with it, she’d obeyed the command to keep it hidden away behind the loose brick in the hearth. Only twice in those ten years had she taken it out to look at it and ponder its mysteries.Her father became upset whenever her curiosity prodded her to ask about the legacy, so she’d stopped asking, aware that when she married and the ring must be passed on, he would be forced to explain. But now her father had died without divulging whatever knowledge he possessed.Faced with Alberic’s certainty that the spell wouldn’t work because no magic existed, Gwendolyn wanted some sign that her parents hadn’t been fooled.She didn’t think they had been, because the seal of the dragon clung as stubbornly to Alberic as it had to her father.
