Dustfinger inspected his reddened fingers and felt the taut skin. ��?He might tell me how my story ends,’ he murmured. Meggie looked at him in astonishment. ��?You mean you don’t know?’ Dustfinger smiled. Meggie still didn’t particularly like his smile. It seemed to appear only to hide something else. ��?What’s so unusual about that, princess?’ he asked quietly. ��?Do you know how your story ends?’ Meggie had no answer for that.
