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The fountain was his last connection to his old life, the one where he’d been a king in a magical land. He stood there for a long time, feeling the cool roughness of the stone rim. He had just been forcibly ejected from it. The fountains were really doorways to other worlds, and Quentin stood leaning against the one that led to Fillory. It started in the Neitherlands, the silent city of Italianate fountains and locked libraries that lies somehow behind and between everywhere else. That name was a message-a hot signal flare shot up into the night, sent specifically for him, across time and space and darkness and rain, all the way from the bright warm center of the world. Quentin felt like an addict who’d just caught the faintest whiff of his drug of choice, the pure stuff, after a long time sober, and he felt his imminent relapse coming on with a mixture of despair and anticipation. The wound had healed, but the scar wouldn’t fade, not quite. He’d said good-bye and buried them and mourned them-the Chatwins, Fillory, Plover, Whitespire-but there must still be some last invisible unbroken strand connecting them to him. He and the Chatwins were through.Įxcept it seemed that they weren’t. It had no claim on him anymore, and vice versa. By rights he should have gone the rest of his life without hearing it again. It sure as hell is.Ĭhatwin: that name chilled him even more than the night and the rain and the bird and the cards had. It sure is, Quentin thought, though he didn’t say anything. “Chatwin.” He was trying to place the name.