Alistair said as we rounded the corner, “I’m glad I got you alone. I have something to tell you – but you have to promise you can’t tell any of the others. At least, not right now.” “I promise,” I said. We entered Alistair’s laboratory. Alistair turned to me. “Listen – after you took the potion from my uncle, he and I spoke. And he told me something I didn’t remember – something, apparently, that I’d been enchanted specifically not to remember. There was a time in your childhood when you first had a brush with the Fey – from the Autumn Springs Fey to be precise. You were in your own land, in Gregory. You couldn’t have been more than twelve or so. And you found this book – this book that spoke to you. At the time I didn’t know much about the book, or about Feyland, so I didn’t know the significance of that…” I thought hard. “I don’t remember that,” I said. “That’s because my uncle didn’t want you to remember.
