Corwin sat on the rocky shore watching Nia and Gobaith play in the water. It had been two weeks since their escape from the castle, and Nia was completely back to health. Gobaith was now nearly four feet long, and his skin had turned an iridescent blue-green. He hadn’t lost his enjoyment of flying and would sometimes launch himself out of the bay and skim over the water for yards at a time before diving back in. It was rather eerie to watch him and Nag race each other over the waves. Corwin could only wonder what passing fishermen might think. Corwin had gradually realized that the Farworlder had . . . well, a personality, even more complicated than his own. Gobaith had a sense of humor, a wisdom far surpassing his age and experience, and an uncanny sense of the unis, the fabric of space and time that binds all things. Having come to know Gobaith had given Corwin greater understanding of the world around him, and Corwin knew he would have been much worse off had he never met the Farworlder.
