The Sentinels the one that fathers the witch

the owl spoke and lasher listened with a raptness that he had not felt in some time; the soft hoots of the great feathered predator transported him to the place between the worlds where he had hovered, waiting for suzanne to call him to existence -- oh, his witches! his loved ones. he missed them fiercely, that they had not lived to be granted the power he knew to be existed in emaleth and in deirdre.

"teach them, wise one," taltos breathed, moving closer, his expression one of great reverence. "teach me also, i beg of you -- i have never been a witch, but a servant to witches, and it is my hope to be that always. with your wisdom i shall know how to guide my daughters."