"And things you told me about Jace reminded me of Will."

The smile is threatening to split Jem's face in two. "He must be. Only a descendant of Will could be afraid of ducks. This...this is marvelous." It doesn't matter about any complications the information may bring.

He can barely speak, he's lost in the thought that his one wish came true.

"And your surname," Jem asks urgently, "What is it? I might know it."