The boy looked from Lutinus to me. His eyes were bright and huge looking in the dim hall.
“My parents died of a fever,” the boy whispered. “How can illness be so pervasive? Can’t the Divinity protect us?”
“Prayers may do wonders,” I said. “We must pray for ourselves and the dead.”
“Even so,” Lutinus said. “We must choose a successor. Motley, do you have any suggestions?”
“Father Mab is a good choice. He is experienced, wise, and importantly of robust…