“He is an old dog still,” Wendell said quietly. “There are no magics to restore youth in creatures doomed to age – only glamours. But I thought, if I could grant him another few years of health, which he may spend in your company, and in roaming his favourite paths, and napping by the fireside – ” “It’s enough,” I said, then buried my face in Shadow’s fur, unable to control myself any longer. In truth, it wasn’t enough – no finite span of years ever could be. And yet it was a gift beyond measure.”
