muscle and no fat. With his buzz cut and gravel voice and a handshake that cut off Jaxâs circulation, he reminded Jax of a drill sergeant. He and his wife both looked like drill sergeants.
âI didnât expect him to start interrogating people on his own,â Riley was saying. âMelindaâs going to meet with him on Grunsday. I thought that was soon enough. Plus,like I told you before, Iâm not sure how much to tell him.â
âEverything,â Jax piped up. âI want to know everything.â
â Everything covers a lot of territory,â Mr. Crandall said. âIf youâre not sworn on as Rileyâs vassal, then some things arenât your business to know.â
âWhat do you mean, vassal ?â Jax stared at the man blankly.
The Crandalls looked at each other, then at Riley. Mrs. Crandall raised her oven mitt again, but Riley sidestepped out of range. â You try to explain it!â Riley said.
Mrs. Crandall moved her hands to her hips. âSit down, Jax. I know this has been a shock, but if itâs any comfort, thereâs dinner afterwards. You could probably use a good meal.â
âYes, maâam,â Jax said eagerly. âI could.â
Riley flung himself into an armchair, looking chastised.
The Crandalls seated themselves across from Jax, while A.J. leaned against the back of Rileyâs chair. âAll right, Jaxon,â said Mr. Crandall. âYou studied feudalism in school, didnât you?â
Studied, yes. Learned? Not so much. But Jax nodded.
âWell, Riley is my liege lord, like his father was before him. Iâm his sworn vassal, and so are my wife and son.â
âYouâre kidding,â Jax said flatly.
âNot in the slightest.â
The liege lord slumped in his chair, picking dirt from beneath his fingernails. âItâs just a chain of command.â
Chain of command? With Riley in charge? Jax scowled. âMy father wasnât, was he?â
âYour father was independent,â Mr. Crandall said. âNo clan, no vassals, no liege lord. Which is why, when he needed help, he came to Riley. And itâs why, for your own protection, you really ought toââ
âNo.â Riley sat up. âHis father didnât want him sworn to me. I donât want it. Iâm sure Jax doesnât want it. He goes back to his cousins as soon as heâs trained.â
Mr. Crandall looked like he was sucking on lemons. âListen to Riley,â his wife said softly, and Mr. Crandall grunted and nodded.
Holy cow. He really is the boss of them!
âWhat about Niviane and Merlin?â Jax asked. âWhat does an everlasting forest have to do with the eighth day?â
Mr. Crandall ticked off on his fingers. âThe real Niviane was a Britannic queen. The real Merlin was a spell caster from a race of sorcerers called the Kin. And what the stories call an everlasting forest is Grunsdayâa place cut off from the rest of time. Niviane conceived of the idea; Merlin cast the spell, andââ He glanced at his wife and seemed to edit his words. âAnd more than a dozen Welsh clan lords contributed their talents and magic to make it happen. We Transitioners are descended from the rulers and clan leaders who helped cast the spell.â
âWelsh clan leaders with magic powers?â Jax scratched his head. It still sounded ridiculous.
âThere are people with a talent for magic all over the world,â Mrs. Crandall said. âOn every continent. Mystics and shamans and fakirs. We arenât the only ones.â
âBut who are the Kin?â Jax looked at Riley. âAre they the people who live only on Grunsdayâlike the girl?â
âThe Kin are a race of people far more powerful in magic than most,â Mr. Crandall explained. âThey arrived in the British Isles maybe three thousand years ago. Legends say they came down from the north, but I
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