“Only you,” Cylvan insisted. “It’s only ever been you, Saffron. Even from the beginning—you never took advantage of my true name, except when I deserved it. You saw the good in me, first. You showed me forgiveness. You risked everything to protect both myself and your friends. You’re even kind to the forest pixies, and sprites that sleep in flowers, and probably even the dust motes in Danann House’s vents. You almost died—for the sole reason of keeping Taran off the throne, because you knew he wouldn’t allow the people you care about to live in peace…”
