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Secret Keepers
Sophia
Chapter Eight: Wilbur of Nandolin
Sandry sat in the front room when the visitor came the next afternoon.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, she stood and went to the door.
She heard voices on the other side.
Apparently, Briar had found the visitor before she had.
Curious she leaned closer to the door to listen.
"You must let me see her immediately."
The first voice sounded slightly familiar, but Sandry just couldn't place
where she'd heard it before.
"Not until you tell me how you found out she was here."
This was Briar.
There was no way she could mistake the growl that meant he was getting
annoyed.
"I already told you, her great-uncle told me."
The first voice had a whiny quality that was grating on Sandry's ears.
Whiny, grating voice. Knows Uncle Vedris and me. Then that must mean that
it's.
"Wilbur!"
Sandry flew out the door, to see Briar and the stranger standing together,
looking like they were about to come to blows.
"Wilbur? Is that you?"
Briar looked over at Sandry.
"You know this guy?"
"I told you." Said Wilbur, his voice now a cocky whine.
"Briar may I introduce Count Wilbur of Nandolin. Wilbur, this is Briar
Moss."
"You look awful young to be a Count." Briar said skeptically.
"My mother and father died when I was very young. Being an only child, I
inherited everything."
Breaking in, Sandry asked,
"But Wilbur, what are you doing here?"
"I was actually about to ask you the very same thing, Sandrilene. Why
aren't you at the Citadel with your great-uncle?"
Sandry stood up proudly, wearing a smile.
"I'm a mage, Wilbur."
She was startled when he started to laugh.
"Oh Sandrilene, you've become such a kidder. What are you really doing
here? Are you visiting friends?"
"No, I live here," she replied flatly, "I'm studying the art and magic of
thread-craft. I'm a mage."
Looking horrified, Wilbur stuttered, "Y-you actually live in this p-place?"
"Wilbur, there is nothing wrong with Winding Circle. I'm respected, and I'm
happy with my friends. Look, why don't we go inside, I'll make some tea,
and we'll sit and talk about what we've been up to."
"Oh, all right."
Wilbur looked at Briar, who stood nearby, then walked over to Sandry, and
took her by the arm.
"At least for a little while. I'm expected back at the Citadel by dawn."
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