The Secret of the Rose and Glove (8 page)

The ground smoothed over, then the snow reappeared. As a final touch, the grave marker collapsed and decayed. The grave looked as if it had been neglected ten more years than it had existed.

“‘Tis magic…” Orlin breathed.

“No,” Norret corrected. “Alchemy.” He grinned. “What do you say to visiting Isarn? I have friends there.”

Orlin looked confused, but nodded.

Norret hugged his brother. They could not stay in Dabril, but it did not matter. He had already claimed its greatest treasure.