Chapter Eight

Micah took a seat within the sitting room, and presented to the King and his son the face of the little bundle he carried. One very tiny, very pink, little girl.

"Is she not the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?" Micah asked, running an index finger over her tiny button nose. "Look at her, all calmness, like her mother."

"I bet there's some crazy in her somewhere," said King Nolan with a smile. "We may just have to wait a little while before she can use it."

"Is that a baby?" Prince Varian asked, coming up to see.

He peered down at the little girl and the wonder began. "Where'd she come from?"

"A stork," said the King, for little anything else to be said.

Micah snorted at this, and while rocking his child, chastised the King. "You can tell him the truth Nolan, he's a big boy."

Nolan narrowed his eyes at the Merchant. "I will do no such thing. He is four-"

"Four and a half-" Varian interrupted.

The King corrected himself. "Right, four and a half, and is still not ready for