Matilda picked up the metamorphosed book with reverence, having slightly paled from the wondrous event. She took a long look at the cover, saying nothing of it, and then opened it to double-check after Nya. She put the thing back on the table and spoke to the pair in a gentle but firm tone.
"That does look like the location of the Keep. I suppose it is no use asking you to delay your trip till the spring, but you may at least want to gear up for the expedition. I just have… an uneasy feeling about this, but that is the full extent of my help. People have always been my thing, the future, not so much." The Konti looked like she had aged a bit right there and then. "I know your minds are set and there is nothing I can say to change them. I will pray to the gods for your safety, my friends."
The Konti cast another glance at the cover of the book. This was the very first time she had witnessed such a phenomenon in her long life, and it was twice as serious for her, though she could not have told Nya and Abashai, for they were instruments of the gods, set on a path of greater good. She looked at the cover again, shook her head and stood up like an ancient priestess. Right now she wasn't Matilda the landlady, or even Matilda the rumor mill. She was Matilda the Konti, possessing the blood of royal advisors and keepers of secrets.
Miracles never happened on a whim. Matilda leaned on her cane and disappeared into the next room without uttering a word. She returned after a while, carrying an old cherry box under her free arm. The carvings ran all over its sides, showing scenes of the sea and maidens with their heads bowed, emerging from the waves. It was a solemn thing, perhaps even vaguely creepy. Matilda set the box upon the table and removed the lid. Inside, laid upon a scarlet cushion, was a three-pronged bone dagger, the kind that the Konti called 'Suvai'. That, too, was etched with the hilt bearing the likeness of a Konti very similar to Matilda herself.
"You two take this with you," she said, or rather commanded, "and promise you will both come back in one piece to return it. It is a heirloom, and one I have never used. It has never drawn blood, but my grandmother and my mother always said it protected them in times of need. Legend has it that it was made to extinguish one life, and one life only, though nobody knows which. Its name is Galannas. Do keep it safe for me."
She sat down again, and took a sip of tea, her hand not quite as steady as it had been before.