After the ceremony Father Mitchell led Morgana back to the portal.
“Father,” said Morgana suddenly, “Carolyn will have to return to the convention, or else there will be too many difficult questions raised.”
Father Mitchell nodded. “We’ll make sure she’s back before she’s missed.”
“She’ll need protection, too.”
“I daresay that the convention will have several more attendees over the weekend. She’ll be protected.
“But what about yourself?”
Morgana stopped, gazing questioningly at Father Mitchell. “I don’t know: I can only assume I have taken another step toward Golconda.”
“If so, you have been blessed beyond measure. And have given the Traditions something to argue about for years to come.”
A merry, fey chuckle escaped Morgana’s lips. “Good.”
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