Excerpt from Darque's Journal
I have met with the boy, both against my better judgment and against the advice of others. He seems to feel that Angelique may still be alive. I wish I could be sure, but too often, particularly where the boy and his compatriots are concerned, things do not go as I would wish.
Ah, Phaedra, I wish, I hope that the boy is correct. Arthur always thought the boy had a way of connecting the dots. I needed Angelique to exert some influence over the boy. In my arrogance, I never considered the influence he may have exerted over her.
Friends! Bah! And with the very girl she was supposed to steer the boy away from!
I have given Croystetter orders to have his granddaughter work her way into the boy's confidence. Perhaps I should have Moray motivate the girl.
No. That would not work. Moray most likely would damage the girl beyond use.
Were we friends, Arthur? Ever it seemed our swords were crossed. And yet, in your passing, I find myself missing our talks, our games. Your successor has not, as yet, crossed me. I know not even who it is.
I do not even have the Spellbinder to question. She is too far involved with the boy and his companions. Always, Arthur, you had her there to confound me. Placing her in that school as a teacher. Keeping an eye on him. I am surprised the boy has not recognized her from that.
Then, when I thought to have Angelique involve herself with the farm boy, the Spellbinder was there, becoming his friend. What is it with that damnable girl and schools?