Merik stopped, turned to her and smiled. “My Lady, I could sense the child when I took your hand. It’s a benevolent side effect of using the Source for so many years.”
“That’s amazing!” Libeth exclaimed in astonishment. “It’s been so long since I’ve heard of the Source that I began to believe it as nothing more than a myth.”
Merik grinned once more. “I assure you my Queen, the Source is quite real. Why, I could even tell you the child’s sex if you wanted. But I’m sure the two of you are starving by now. I refuse to delay you any longer.” He motioned a single step towards the door again, as though he intended to leave.
Yadin saw his wife’s eyes light up. Excited, she asked, “Can you really tell if my child will be a boy or girl? How can you do such a thing?”
Merik stopped in the throne room doorway. “It is a simple matter, my Queen. But surely you don’t want me interfering with your afternoon meal.”
“Lunch can wait a few minutes longer,” Libeth stated. “If such a thing can be known, then I’d like the information. If we knew the baby’s sex, we could begin preparing for its arrival early.”
“My King,” the man in white leather said to Yadin, “your wife is very prudent. Lady, at your insistence I’ll do as you ask. I need only a single strand of your hair. The Source running through us all will allow me to read it.”
Libeth began running her hand through her long, light brown hair. As she did, Yadin stepped beside her and whispered in her ear. “Knowing your child’s sex before birth seems unnatural. Are you sure this is wise?”
Libeth held a strand of hair between her fingers. “I don’t see the harm in it,” she whispered back at him. “Besides, this allows us a chance to see if he’s as good as he’d have us believe.” She held out her hand and motioned to Merik. “Here you go – a loose hair. Do you need anything else?”
Merik shook his head as he walked back to Libeth. He took the hair and held it across his palm. He looked at it intently, such as one would when reading a suspenseful book. His gaze seemed lost for a few moments until he looked up at the King and Queen with a smile.
“King and Queen Forsythia,” Merik began. “Allow me to be the first to congratulate you on your fortune. You’ll be happy to know that the newest member of the royal family will be a boy.”
Yadin and Libeth looked at each other. The Queen all but jumped into her husband’s arms with a child-like squeal of delight. Her face beamed with joy.
Libeth was like a schoolgirl talking about her first love. “I hope it’s not wrong for me to feel so happy when tragedy has struck us such a mighty blow. I have an idea! We should name him Davian, in honor of your recently departed father. Through our son, your father’s name will live on.”
Yadin was speechless. His mind was a cauldron of boiling emotions, each fighting the other for control. The sorrow of his father’s death was almost negated by this wonderful news of a son. Added into this mix of feelings was his acceptance of the crown and a throne he still hadn’t sat on. He felt overwhelmed.
“What else can you tell me?” Libeth asked with anticipation in her voice.
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