Now the big man was slowly shaking his head. “I understand him better. And I can see how much he has suffered.” He hesitated, then said very softly, “But I will miss his brother all the rest of my days.”
Paul understood. He felt the same way about Kevin. Exactly the same way.
Neither of them said anything else. Paul looked off to the west, to where the sea sparkled in the bright sun. There were stars beneath the waves. He had seen them. In his heart he bade farewell to Liranan, the god who had called him brother.
Coll glanced over at him. Paul nodded, and the two of them turned and rode back to Paras Derval.
The next evening, after the banquet in the Hall-Cathalian food that time, prepared by Shalhassan’s own master of the kitchen—he found himself in the Black Boar, with Dave and Coll and all the men of South Keep, those who had sailed Prydwen to Cader Sedat.
They drank a great deal, and the owner of the tavern refused to let any of Diarmuid’s men pay for their ale. Tegid of Rhoden, not one to let such largess slip past him, drained ten huge tankards to start the proceedings and then gathered speed as the night progressed. Paul got a little drunk himself, which was unusual, and perhaps as a result his memories refused to go away. All night long he kept hearing “Rachel’s Song” in his mind amid the laughter and the embraces of farewell.
The next afternoon, the last but one, he spent in the mages’ quarters in the town. Dave was with the Dalrei, but Kim had come with him this time, and the two of them spent a few hours with Loren and Matt and Teyrnon and Barak, sitting in the garden behind the house.
Loren Silvercloak, no longer a mage, now dwelt in Banir Lok as principal adviser to the King of Dwarves. Teyrnon and Barak were visibly pleased to have the other two staying with them, if only for a little while. Teyrnon bustled happily about in the sunshine, making sure everyone’s glass was brimming.
“Tell me,” said Barak, a little slyly, to Loren and Matt, “do you think the two of you might be able to handle a pupil for a few months next year? Or will you have forgotten everything you know?”
Matt glanced at him quickly. “Have you a disciple already? Good, very good. We need at least three or four more.”
“We?” Teyrnon teased.
Matt scowled. “Habits die hard. Some, I hope, will never die.”
“They need never die,” Teyrnon said soberly. “You two will always be part of the Council of the Mages.”
“Who is our new disciple?” Loren asked. “Do we know him?”
For reply, Teyrnon looked up at the second-floor window overlooking the garden.
“Boy!” he shouted, trying to sound severe. “I hope you are studying, and not listening to the gossip down here!”
A moment later a head of brown unruly hair appeared at the open window.
“Of course I’m studying,” said Tabor, “but, honestly, none of this is very difficult!”
Matt grunted in mock disapproval. Loren, struggling to achieve a frown, growled fiercely. “Teyrnon, give him the Book of Abhar, and then we’ll see whether or not he finds studying difficult!”
Paul grinned and heard Kim laugh with delight to see who was smiling down on them.
“Tabor!” she exclaimed. “When did this happen?”
“Two days ago,” the boy replied. “My father gave his consent after Gereint asked me to come back and teach him some new things next year.”
Paul exchanged a glance with Loren. There was a genuine easing in this, an access to joy. The boy was young; it seemed he would recover. More than that, Paul had an intuitive sense of the rightness, even the necessity of Tabor’s new path: what horse on the Plain, however swift, could ever suffice, now, for one who had ridden a creature of Dana across the sky?
Later that afternoon, walking back to the palace with Kim, Paul learned that she too would be going home.
They still didn’t know about Dave.
On the next morning, the last, he went back to the Summer Tree.
It was the first time he’d been there alone since the three nights he had hung upon it as an offering to the God, seeking rain. He left his horse at the edge of Mórnirwood, not far (though this he didn’t know) from the place of Aideen’s grave, where Matt had taken Jennifer early one morning in Kevin’s spring.