Isobel came up at ten and shooed Bjarkë out of the room.

"Thank you, uncle," Ailene said. "This is the longest conversation I've ever had with you. I enjoyed it immensely. I shall keep in mind the type of woman you're looking for."

"You do that," Bjarkë said, closing the door behind him.

"What's that about?" Isobel said.

"I think we need to find him a wife and let him settle down. He told me what he's liked about the women he's met. I told him I'd keep an eye out. He likes attractive, intelligent women. You and I are perfect examples, although he wouldn't mind one with a few...