“Skelly insisted on speaking with Rowena,” she said. “When Sheva finally relented and allowed her an audience, she told Rowena that she recognized her as a seventh-born among the Select. Then she gave her this cape.” Again, Lucy stroked it. “She said that her father had been an Oathtaker to a seventh, and that his attendant magic had included the ability to create enchanted artifacts.” She laughed outright.
“But, Lucy,” Mara interrupted, “you’re able to infuse objects with magic.”
“Yeeeessss, but according to Skelly, her father produced things of magic out of thin air.” She shook her head and waved her hand about, scoffing. “That seemed . . . preposterous to me. Anyway, telling your mother that she had the gift of foresight,” Lucy said to the sisters, “Skelly gave her this shawl and a . . . prediction, or . . . something.”
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