Isolde gasped as she was jerked awake by the nightmare. She knew. She vividly remembered who Malachai was. She knew the bond between them. She had heard the voice of the crone.<br/><br/>"It is not yours to tell. He must learn on his own. On pain of death. Your lips must be sealed."<br/><br/>Staring down at her were serious eyes and she lifted her slender white arm to cup his face.<br/><br/>"Hello, darling"