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that would probably stay that way, though Magnus's was darkening; clear, blue
eyes that seemed to show you the depths of his soul, and a square little chin that

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seemed made for deflecting uppercuts.

And Gregory, who was fair-haired and chubby, though not as much as a baby
should be, who was so very quiet and reserved, and very rarely smiledтАФan
enigma at less than a year, and a prime focus for Rod's chronic, buried anxiety.

Each of them gifted enough to drive Job to distraction!

There was a knock at the door.

Gwen looked up, inquiringly.

Rod stepped over to the panel with a sinking stomach. Knocks meant trouble. So
much for his quiet day at home!

He opened the door, and found what he'd expectedтАФToby the warlock, in his
mid-twenties now, grinning and cheerful as ever, in the livery of a King's
courier. "Good day tothee, High Warlock! How goes it with thee?"

"Hectic, as usual." Rod smiled; he couldn't help it, when Toby was around. "Step
in, won't you?"

"Only the moment; I must be up and away." Toby came in, doffing his cap. "A
fair day to thee, fair Gwendylon. Thy beauty never fades!"

"Uncle Toby!" shrieked three gleeful voices, and three small bodies slammed
into him at speed. Rod put out a hand to prop up the esper, who was crooning,
"Ho-o-o, whoa, not so quickly there! How goes it w' thee, Geoffrey-my-bauble?
Cordelia, little love, thoul't steal my heart yet! Good Magnus, good tidings!"

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"What did you bring me, Uncle Toby?"

"Can I play with your sword, Uncle Toby?"

"Toby! Unc' Toby! Can'y?"

"Now, now, children, let the poor man capture his breath!" Gwen pried her brood
off her guest with tact and delicacy. "Thou'It take ale and a cake, at least, Toby."