“Heather began to smile, even as tears stood out in her eyes. It was an old, familiar song. “But, it will not be so in the Mended Wood, We’ll be free and glad again. It will not be so in the Mended Wood, When the heir of Jupiter reigns. When the heir of Jupiter reigns!” Heather knew the song, yes. But she knew more than that. She knew exactly who was singing. Her heart flooded with a sudden, surging hope. The End.”
