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Good. I see a warrior. One who knows his mind. He wants your support, but I do not think you can wholly trust him, Jeren. He still wants a figurehead for his cause. Not to mention the strength she could give his cause if she was his wife as originally intended. Meeting Shan had changed all that. When he pulled her out of the wreckage of the coach, when hed helped her, taught her... when shed fallen in love with him instead of bowing graciously to the duty of marriage her father had intended. The shadow of that duty still persisted. The vision granted her at the pools of AranMor had seen her wed to Vertigern, ruling as lord and lady of River Holt. One of her visions, anyway. The other had promised a life with Shan. How could both be true? He hates your brother. Now more than ever. One more thing. Gabriel waited until she turned to look at him. Take it easy with Max. He may be in a wheelchair, but hes still a man, and I dont want to see him hurt. Alyssa, said Elayne. She thinks—she thinks you want her dead. Gilliad told her, while she carries his heir— Losing you. Max turned his wheelchair toward the door. You gave her hope. Scrolls and parchment piled high on Jerens desk, curling riotously, rolling off the edge. More letters had been delivered this morning, more than ever. Letters of desperation, letters begging for aid, letters requesting or demanding that she return home. Drawing her ancestral blade, Jeren stood very still, staring at the mess, wondering if there was any way she could just set fire to the lot of it and run. No, Im fine. You will, she says, smiling. Your sort. Youre a slave for the adulation. Either way, I hope you write it here. In the Lakes. I hope you put down roots. Oh, they chose well in you. They chose so very well. His companion laughed.Shell want to see the bloody Scion next. Be on your way. Theres no wilders allowed in Brightlings Dale. Just the creeps, I answered. Look for a place that might have a basement. His mouth claimed her, marking her as his, and she returned the kiss with a fervour a well-brought-up Holtwoman would never admit to. But whatever her destiny had in store, Jeren no longer cared. For this moment, this glorious moment and all those moments to come, she could be with Shan, with her one and only mate. And if destiny could be melded to their desire, together they would make it so. [ i_001.jpg] Only when I have to. I sighed. For the record, I hate small talk, and in case you havent noticed, I prefer to work alone. I guess for the next few days, youre my vice. One second they were charging a swarm of Fellna and the next— Shan just stood there, staring at her. Jerens eyes took in the blood, the weapons, the dazed look in his eyes and the still form of Naul in his arms. Then her horse reared up, throwing her right off its back. He steps back. Surveys each of us in turn. His gaze lingers on Freya and for a moment he seems about to speak to her. He stops himself: an almost imperceptible shake of the head. Raises his blasphemous roll-up and takes a drag. Proffers it to me. I find myself leaning in, nose and lip touching his dirty fingers. I inhale the profane offering. Freya, moving quickly, does the same. Lord Gilliad of River Holt sends greetings, the Enchassa intoned with a smirk behind the words. Fondest, filial greetings to Jeren, his sister. He bids her come home, swear fealty to him and be welcomed back into his love. He bids her think about the lives of those she leads on this path of folly, of their families, their children, and the dire retribution all associated with them will suffer if she continues in her treachery. I pulled the picture of Emma from my pocket. Gabriel had passed it to me without Max seeing it.You didnt see this earlier. Shan quivered, fighting to control himself. The shadows kindled inside him and he pushed them down ruthlessly. Mistakes. He knew all about mistakes. Derrick Millward is staying in a neat, white-plastered yeomans cottage overlooking the silvery stillness of Rydal Water. To the rear, the soggy green mass of Nab Scar provides a barrier of sorts from the driving rain, though the storm has still managed to spatter the dark, mullioned windows and almost obscure a black diamond date-stone above the porch:1654. From the other side of the lake, Eve fancies that the house must look like a childs drawing. Good. He lay back and closed his eyes. He looked like a statue in repose, still and serene. A little help with getting to sleep would be appreciated, Lady Jeren..