[Monty's voice drops to something quieter as he leans in toward her.]

My mother was an heiress to a great fortune. She was disowned for marrying my father; he was nothing more than a wandering musician. [He winces as if the next bit is particularly painful.] Castilian. He was a good man, but she was meant to marry for wealth and position, not love. I remember they were very happy while he brightened our lives. But a candle burned at both ends can scarcely last the night. His flame died when I was but a boy.

Your parents, I hope, have had many happy years together with you, teaching you their magics.