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Waxwing noted that each time a word should have begun with a certain sound, Mahler pronounced it with another. The boy pressed a smile away at the observation, figuring that Mahler would not appreciate somebody making fun of the way he spoke. He had been raised with manners, after all.

The pack was small, as Waxwing—would he become Vaxving?—had suspected. Counting the names as Mahler listed them off, there were only six. Well, seven once Waxwing was added to the bunch.

Are both sons guardians, or just Emmerich? And what about—he could not bring himself to choose between which sound it might be—your wife?