Unfortunately, the Gallael is becoming too strong with you to ensure your safety for very much longer and it will eventually draw the Pruddenaid directly to you. Presently, they do not know of your true origins and suspect that you are just a brighter than average, perceptive Elfin acolyte of Master Hiral’s. You should be safe for a while longer, though soon I shall be coming to further your education. This will be in herbal medicine too, but with more emphasis on the powers of Gallael and healing practices.” There was an air of sincerity and earnestness about Pelydryn’s face as he spoke, which was reflected in those piercingly expressive violet eyes.
He retorted hotly, “I thought when I was left as a foundling that I was in the charge of my father’s nurse! Was that a lie too, then? … As well as the parchment telling me that my mother had passed from my world, when clearly she hasn’t?” He felt cheated and let down, that the parchment that he’d treasured for so long as being the only clue to his identity, had somehow been full of deliberate lies … and deliberately told him by his parents!
Aurwyn put his arm about Nomis’ shoulder and gently said: “Nay, the parchment told no lies. Thou wert indeed delivered by my nurse. She was of the folk of the Gwireb Gnomes … they wert her people. She attended thy mother at thy birth and brought thee into the world. Thy mother hath indeed passed from this world, inasmuch as Annwn Uffern is another world entirely. The race of Dynol too, calleth it ‘The Underworld’ in their tongue. It formeth part of their existence, yet is removed from it, in the deeper, darker recesses beneath it. Thy mother’s destiny had been foretold before thou wert left as a baby.”
“Well it’s all just not fair and it still seems that you’ve twisted things…” Nomis said sulkily, although he was growing reluctantly ashamed of his outburst.
Aurwyn looked guiltily yet compassionately at his son.
Nomis hesitated, then looked full into his father’s sad eyes and stammered, “I … I was wrong to doubt you, I’m sorry Father. It’s just … Well … I’m finding it all rather hard and confusing”.
“Think nought of it my son. It is natural for thee to doubt and to feel so. Circumstances compelled thy mother and I to take the actions