““Clovis, do you swear that you don’t mind staying here as Master of Westwood? Do you absolutely swear it?” “I swear it.” Finn, as he walked back with his friend to the station, seemed to be made of something quite different. Not muscle and bone--feathers and air…and lightness. He did not actually intend to fly, because that would have been showing off, but he could have done so if he’d wanted to. “You’ll never know what you’ve done for me,” he said as they reached the gates of the level crossing. “If there’s anything you want--” Clovis grinned. “Can I have Maia when she’s grown up?” Finn’s smile vanished in an instant. “No,” he said. “Oh well…””
