“I did not save you to make you indebted to me,” she murmured, bringing the black braid around my wrist, binding it as a bracelet. “And I will not ask you what this magic is you now wield. Let it remain your secret until you are ready to speak it aloud. But one day, I will have need of you and your power. One day, I will call for you, and I would ask that you remember this night and how I spared you from death.” “I will remember,” I said. “And I will come when you call for me.” I could be in the wastes, the mists, and still I would answer her.
