Alec started to protest but Seregil smiled and pressed a finger across his lips. “As long as I have a place in your heart, I’m satisfied.”
“You always have to have the last word, don’t you?” Alec growled, then kissed him again. The feel of Seregil’s lean body pressing against his own suddenly felt as natural and easy as one stream flowing into another. His last remaining worry was that he had very little idea about how to proceed from here.
The sound of a horse coming up the trail at a gallop forestalled the issue for the moment.
“I can guess who that is,” Seregil groaned, standing up.
Micum burst into the clearing. “So here you are!” he exclaimed, glowering down at Seregil. “By the Flame, the whole house is in an uproar because of you!”
He pulled a rolled letter from his coat and held it up angrily. “You gave us a scare with this, you idiot. I don’t know whether to kiss you or kick your ass from here to Cirna!”
For the first time in months, Seregil summoned a cocky, crooked grin. “Don’t strain your leg on my account. Alec’s already done both.”
Micum took a second look at the two of them and returned the grin knowingly. “Well, it’s about time!”
Two days later Micum and his family gathered in the courtyard to wish Alec and Seregil a proper farewell.
“Will you be heading to Mycena from here?” asked Micum as they made a final check of their horses and gear. “I imagine the queen will have some use for a couple of trustworthy spies.”
Seregil shrugged noncommittally. “Winter’s not that far off. Idrilain is supposed to be somewhere above Keston now. There won’t be much to do once the snow flies. Maybe in the spring.”
Kari shifted Gherin in her arms and embraced him tightly, then Alec. Blinking back tears, she whispered, “Take care, both of you.”
Micum rested a hand on Seregil’s shoulder, looking at him as if he didn’t expect to see him again. “By the Flame, it’s hard not riding out with you. I wish you’d take my sword.”
Seregil shook his head. “That blade belongs with you. I’ll find another if I ever feel the need of one again. In the meantime, Alec’ll keep an eye on me.”
“You see that you do, Alec, or you’ll answer to us,” Micum said with gruff affection, exchanging a quick look with Kari. They’d both noted the new light in Seregil’s eyes whenever he looked at Alec, and how that same warmth was returned.
After all their farewells had been said, Seregil and Alec swung up on their Aurënfaie mounts and rode out the gate.
“What if the Queen doesn’t want us for spies in the spring?” Alec asked as they cantered down toward the bridge.
Seregil shrugged again. “Well then, we’re still some of the best damned thieves I know of. Never any shortage of work there.”
Kicking their mounts into a gallop, they raced down the hill side by side, and swung north to the open road beyond.
About the Author
Lynn Flewelling grew up in Presque Isle, Maine. Since receiving a degree in English from the University of Maine in 1981, she has studied veterinary medicine at Oregon State, classical Greek at Georgetown University, and worked as a personnel generalist, landlord, teacher, necropsy technician, advertising copywriter, and freelance journalist, more or less in that order. She currently lives in western New York with her husband, two sons, and other assorted mammals.
Lynn Flewelling, Stalking Darkness
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