But Lady Ruth is hugging him again. “It’s you. You’ve finally come home.” “This is a mistake—” Simon insists. “My sister had a child . . .” Jamie Salisbury says, standing beside his mother. “She told us that she had a child.” “I can’t be—” “You must be,” Jamie says gently, pointing at the sword. “Merlin, Simon, you even look like him.” Oh . . . He does. Doesn’t he? Those narrow eyes. That tilt of his head. I thought . . . I thought he’d learned it. Was imitating it. Simon Snow is the Mage’s heir. He was. All along.
