I smiled and thought about Matthew Clairmont's formal bow. "I will. But don't be nervous. I don't think I'll ever see him again.«
Em did not answer.
"Em?"I said.
"Time will tell.«
Em wasn't as adept at seeing the future as my mom was known to have been, but there was something nagging her. It was almost impossible to persuade a witch to tell a vague premonition. She wouldn't tell me what worried her about Matthew Clairmont. Not yet.
The Witch came into view, moving surprisingly confidently on the uneven stones of the pavement outside the Bodleian. She passed under him and picked up speed. Her nervousness made her look younger than she was and accentuated her vulnerability.