She told him he would have the love of a beautiful woman who would bear him many sons. I informed her he was going to be a priest. She predicted he would be a hero to many. I told her he was already a hero to me. “You will slay dragons,” she predicted grandly, ignoring me. But Angelo grew very still, and his hand tightened around mine. “You will slay dragons, but not before they slay you,” she hissed. And Angelo bolted from his chair, dragging me from the tent.
