The seer snapped her fingers away. She blinked, rapidly, as if only just seeing Wren for the first time. ‘Lillith’s girl,’ she rasped. ‘Not the princess. Not the flower. The bird. The bird that flew away.’ She scrabbled back from Wren. ‘I’ve been calling you. Sending my starcrests to find you.’ Her lips began to tremble. ‘You have brought the shadow of death to Anadawn.’ ‘You know who I am?’ Wren thought of the starcrests who had been following her since she arrived at Anadawn. ‘Who are you? How long have you been locked up here?’ ‘Too many years to count. Too many to remember.’