"I remember the sweet meadow grass skimming my thighs as I waded towards him. He clung onto his griffin as though scared I might steal it, and made a sign against evil. I have that effect on strangers; there's Pict blood on my mother's side, and I've heard the word 'Pictsie', and even 'pixie' muttered by the ignorant. But then his griffin gave a welcoming cluck and nuzzled at my hair. Lillian came skipping over to join us, we explained about Luke, and begged for his help. Now that I know him better, I know he'd risk his life for others. "