motionless for a moment, then obeyed.
“Are you sure you wish to be bonded?” the old elf asked. His voice was soft and melodic.
Kaylia didn't hesitate. “I am.”
Gewey was speechless but still managed a short nod.
“But won't this anger the others?” asked Kaylia. “How can Gewey convince them if they're too incensed to listen?”
“Anger will fade,” he explained. “You have chosen this... man. And he you. If you expect to touch the reason of the elders, you must make them face their fears and see what is possible. Talk is not enough. Though you may be right; this may be a mistake.”
“It is no mistake,” said Kaylia, smiling. “If Gewey faces death, I will face it with him. I would have the bond completed before our fate finds us and it is too late.” She turned to Theopolou. “Now is the time.”
“Then prepare yourselves,” said Theopolou. “I will gather the witnesses.”
They watched as Theopolou walked away into the fading light, towards the elders. Gewey was shocked. “They will be our witnesses?” he laughed.
“They cannot refuse,” Kaylia explained. “The bonding ceremony is among our most sacred rituals. It strikes at our core beliefs. They would not dare say no, regardless of who is being bonded.”
“What do I need to do?”
Kaylia suppressed a laugh. “If you still have the clothes Theopolou gave you, you should put them on. It's a bit more appropriate.” She reached out and squeezed his hand. “As for me I should change as well.” With that, she danced off, leaving Gewey reeling with emotion that flowed between their connection.
If this is what it's like now, Gewey thought. What must it be like when it's completed? He shook his head vigorously, trying to steady his nerves, and went to his pack and retrieved his elf clothing.
“Gewey,” called Akakios, trotting toward him, holding a tiny flask in his hand. “There is a stream nearby where you can wash. I've sent the other three ahead to make sure it's safe.” He slapped Gewey on the back. “Come. Let’s get you ready.”
Gewey paused and extended his hand. “I didn't thank you for saving my life.”
Akakios looked thoughtful. “I'm not sure I did. Anyway, you might not have been the target.”
“What have they done with the body?” Gewey asked, noticing it had been removed. “Two of my kin have taken it to the forest to perform the funeral rites,” he replied. “Assassin or no, he was an elf and should pass from this life as one.”
“Of course,” said Gewey.
“But enough of that,” said Akakios. “You need to get ready, and I will not face Theopolou for failing to have you back on time.” He threw his arm around Gewey, pulling him along.
Gewey allowed himself to be led east, into the dense forest. About half a mile in, he heard the light trickle of a stream. The three guards were waiting. They did not smile. Akakios halted. “Just a few feet through that brush, you'll find the stream.” He handed him the flask. “Essence of the star lily. It is a tradition among us to perfume ourselves during high rituals, and it does not get more lofty than this.”
Gewey opened the flask and the air filled with a sweetness Gewey had never experienced.
“Thank you,” he said gratefully, and walked toward the stream.
“Just see that you give it back,” Akakios called after him. “I need some as well.”
Gewey washed and dressed. He wished he had a mirror. The stream moved too swiftly to see his reflection.
“Gewey,” called a voice a few yards away, just beyond the brush.
Gewey turn to see Linis walking with long strides toward him. A smile beamed across his face.
“How do I look?” asked Gewey.
Linis examined him carefully then said, “Presentable... all things considered. How do you feel?”
Gewey took a deep breath. “A bit nervous... but excited.” He took another breath. “Mostly nervous.”
“Just remember what I told you and you will do fine,” Linis reassured. “But if you'd like we can go over the ceremony again.”
“I'd like that,” admitted Gewey. “But tell me. Did you speak to your brethren?”
“I did,” he replied, with a flash of anger. “I am not pleased that they let someone through. It will not happen again.” His smile returned. “I can't wait to see the look on the elders’ faces.” He began to laugh. “Their own arrogance has forced them to witness their worst fear.”
“I'm sorry,” said Gewey. “But I don't think it's very funny.”
Linis forced back his laughter. “Forgive me, my friend. I forget myself. This is