[ Gansey's smile brightens, solely because they're on this topic. His eyes are very keen, watching Kitty. He's already deemed her intelligent, because she's cautious, but whether he should also deem her skeptical is still up in the air.
So, for the moment, his account stays as factual as it can be, not touching on magic. Not yet. He doesn't know if she believes in that yet, and if she's not a believer, then hearing all of that will make her think she's mad. And he's only just met her, after all. It would be terrible to leave her with a bad impression. ]
There were small details, at first. The kind that if you looked at one, in exclusion, it wouldn't mean much at all, but when you view them all together, you run across too much that seems like coincidence.
[ He says that word with a particular inflection, because there's no such thing as coincidence. Not to his mind. ]
There are place names connected to Glendower, streets and areas named after his soldiers, his family, even his wife. Then there's the fact that if you go digging in those places, you'll find fifteenth-century relics hiding in the soil. Things that shouldn't be there, that have no reason to be there, unless a party of travellers passed through. Having understood the evidence of what I was seeing, I knew there had to be a why, and that led me to evidence of landings in America long before the time of Columbus - by the Welsh, no less. Individually, you might explain each one of those instances away, but together, the story they weave is one I can't ignore. The artefacts in question are things I've found myself - things that include Glendower's symbolism, buried in Virginia's soil. That's no coincidence, to my mind.
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So, for the moment, his account stays as factual as it can be, not touching on magic. Not yet. He doesn't know if she believes in that yet, and if she's not a believer, then hearing all of that will make her think she's mad. And he's only just met her, after all. It would be terrible to leave her with a bad impression. ]
There were small details, at first. The kind that if you looked at one, in exclusion, it wouldn't mean much at all, but when you view them all together, you run across too much that seems like coincidence.
[ He says that word with a particular inflection, because there's no such thing as coincidence. Not to his mind. ]
There are place names connected to Glendower, streets and areas named after his soldiers, his family, even his wife. Then there's the fact that if you go digging in those places, you'll find fifteenth-century relics hiding in the soil. Things that shouldn't be there, that have no reason to be there, unless a party of travellers passed through. Having understood the evidence of what I was seeing, I knew there had to be a why, and that led me to evidence of landings in America long before the time of Columbus - by the Welsh, no less. Individually, you might explain each one of those instances away, but together, the story they weave is one I can't ignore. The artefacts in question are things I've found myself - things that include Glendower's symbolism, buried in Virginia's soil. That's no coincidence, to my mind.