Of Gods and Elves - By Brian D. Anderson Page 0,94
the Chamber of the Maker this evening for the joining between you and Kaylia.” His eyes darkened. “Do not expect a warm reception.”
Gewey nodded. “Do you expect me to be challenged?”
“I hope not,” Theopolou replied. “It would complicate matters. On one hand, you could show your strength and resolve it. On the other hand, you may be prematurely exposed. That Felsafell is your friend and companion may give any would-be challengers pause... at least that is my hope.” His eyes fell on Linis. “I have debated as to the virtue of your presence. You are cast out and have refused to face judgment. Those who do not know this, soon will. Yet your name still carries weight and respect, even among your enemies. You shall also stay by Gewey's side.”
“I never intended to do anything else,” Linis stated. “And I will offer again to perform the bonding... if you think it will go ill for you, should you do it.”
Theopolou's jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed. “I will not be denied my right, nor ignore my obligation as Kaylia's guardian and uncle. Though some may abandon me for what I am to do, I will not let politics cause me to act with dishonor.”
“I meant no offense,” said Linis. “I think only of your safety.”
“Then I will have Lord Theopolou bond us,” said Kaylia. “And no other.”
Theopolou couldn't help smiling. The old elf got to his feet, accompanied by his escort. “Then you should both prepare. I must make the arrangements.” He turned and left the tent.
“What do we do?” asked Gewey.
“If you are to be bonded in the Chamber of the Maker,” said Linis. “I think I will try and find you some appropriate attire.”
“Won't you be in danger wandering around alone?” asked Gewey.
Linis flashed a smile. “I think not. There are not many who can hope to attack me and live. Besides, with you and Felsafell around, I doubt I'm of much interest. At least not yet.” Linis stood and fastened his long knife to his belt. “If I were you, I would take advantage of your time alone.”
Gewey blushed as Linis departed. Kaylia forced back a laugh. “Are you nervous?” asked Gewey.
Kaylia took Gewey's hand and kissed him lightly on the cheek. “No... not really. At least not in the way a human might be.” She could see that Gewey did not understand. “I feel as if I am beginning a new chapter in a life that I know nothing about. This does not make me nervous. It makes me excited.” She scrutinized Gewey for a moment. “And you? How do you feel?”
Gewey thought for a moment. “I don't know... not really. I know this is what I want. I can feel that in my heart. But, it's just...” He shook his head in frustration. “I wish I had the words. But I don't. In truth, I'm still just a simple farmer. I guess I feel small among the company I have been keeping. It's confusing.”
“Even with me?” she asked.
“Especially with you.” he admitted. “You are so far beyond what my wildest dreams could have imagined. And I'm to be bonded with you. How am I worthy of this? How? Me, a hay farmer from Sharpstone married to an elf princess.”
Kaylia pulled Gewey to her and kissed him again, this time deep and hard. Gewey felt dizzy when she finally released him.
“For a farmer with no words you seem to speak them well,” she whispered. “You are worthy because I deem you worthy. Never forget that. And never forget that it is the company you keep that stands in awe of you.” She stroked his cheek and smiled sweetly. “One more thing... I'm not a princess.”
Gewey gazed deeply into her eyes. For the first time in days, he felt confident and at peace. He took Kaylia's hand and pulled it to his chest. “Thank you.”
Kaylia cocked her head. “For what?”
“For showing me what I must do.”
“And what is that?”
He squeezed her hand then kissed it. “Bond with you. Bond with you, then see to it that we are never in fear again.” He jumped to his feet and pulled Kaylia with him. “I guess you should get ready.” He pulled her to him and embraced her for a long moment. “As for me... I'll count the minutes.”
Kaylia laughed softly. “It is tradition that I be attended by two elf maids.” She looked around the tent. “Sadly, I seem to lack them.”