TKC 29
“What is a Delver?” I ask first.
“Someone able to see into minds,” Damin replies. “That is
the simple answer.” He keeps his voice low, for this admission will see him
hung, but he does not look away.
“How are you a Delver?” I ask next.
“We are born with the gift, as you are.” He smiles then. “I
heard you singing once, while I wandered the forest back home. When I tracked
the sound to you, I found you sitting on the flat rock overlooking the river. Your
mouth wasn’t moving, Lyra, and yet you were singing. I thought I was mad or
something and only later understood what had happened.”
I swallow. “You never told me.”
Damin shrugs. “How do you tell someone this?”
“Do you see into all minds?”
“Most, but they are generally images to signify emotions. A red
sun, for instance, means fear … saw many red suns this night.” He pauses to
thread a hand through his fair hair. “When a Delver hears, though, the one he
hears is fated to be his partner. This can be a man or woman. Lucky for me, you
are a woman.” Damin offers a wicked smile.
“Is this why you left?” I whisper.
He nods after a moment. “I heard you all the time. I needed
to find a way to control it. Listening is an invasion of privacy.”
“Can you control it?”
“Yes, but last night I discovered that frenetic action is
able to sunder my holds.” Damin touches my face. “I do not listen, Lyra, to
your innermost thoughts, not anymore, and I will find the means to control this
breach also.”
I stare at him. I do not know this Damin. “Fate?” I say. “Where
is love in fate?”
He takes my hands into his. “Lyra, love enables our gifts.”
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