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wither away?’
    ‘Of course not.’
    ‘Then give me a kiss.’
    He did that. As always she smelled of grass and trees. ‘Wash your feet,’ he told her.
    ‘Oh bother,’ she said.
    ‘Do you want to spend a week explaining those grass-stains to your mother?’
    ‘That’s all I get?’ she protested. ‘One meagre little kiss and bathing instructions?’
    He laughed, picked her up and kissed her again – several times. Then he put her down. ‘Now scoot.’
    She pouted a little and then sighed. She started back toward her bedroom, negligently carrying Rollo by one hind leg. ‘Don’t keep mother up all night,’ she said back over her shoulder, ‘and please try to be quiet. Why do you two always have to make so much noise?’ She looked impishly back over her shoulder. ‘Why are you blushing, father?’ she asked innocently. Then shelaughed and went on into her own room and closed the door.
    He could never be sure if his daughter really understood the implications of such remarks, although he was certain that one level at least of her strangely layered personality understood quite well. He made sure that her door was latched and then went into the bedroom he shared with his wife. He closed and bolted the door behind him.
    The fire had burned down to embers, but there was still sufficient light for him to be able to see the young woman who was the focus of his entire life. Her wealth of pale blonde hair covered her pillow, and in sleep she looked very young and vulnerable. He stood at the foot of the bed looking at her. There were still traces of the little girl he had trained and moulded in her face. He sighed. That train of thought always made him melancholy, because it brought home the fact that he was really too old for her. Ehlana should have a young husband – someone less battered, certainly someone handsome. He idly wondered where he had made the mistake that had so welded her affection to him that she had not even considered any other possible choice. It had probably been something minor – insignificant even. Who could ever know what kind of effect even the tiniest gesture might have on another?
    ‘I know you’re there, Sparhawk,’ she said without even opening her eyes. There was a slight edge to her voice.
    ‘I was admiring the view.’ A light tone might head off the incipient unpleasantness, though he didn’t really have much hope of that.
    She opened her grey eyes. ‘Come over here,’ she commanded, holding her arms out to him.
    ‘I was ever your Majesty’s most obedient servant.’ He grinned at her, going to the side of the bed.
    ‘Oh, really ?’ she replied, wrapping her arms about his neck and kissing him. He kissed her back, and that went on for quite some time.
    ‘Do you suppose we could save the scolding until tomorrow morning, love?’ he asked. ‘I’m a little tired tonight. Why don’t we do the kissing and making up now, and you can scold me later?’
    ‘And lose my edge? Don’t be silly. I’ve been saving up all sorts of things to say to you.’
    ‘I can imagine. Dolmant sent me to Lamorkand to look into something. It took me a little longer than I expected.’
    ‘That’s not fair, Sparhawk,’ she accused.
    ‘I didn’t follow that.’
    ‘You weren’t supposed to say that yet. You’re supposed to wait until after I’ve demanded an explanation before you give me one. Now you’ve gone and spoiled it.’
    ‘Can you ever forgive me?’ He assumed an expression of exaggerated contrition and kissed her on the neck. His wife, he had discovered, loved these little games.
    She laughed. ‘I’ll think about it.’ She kissed him back. The women of his family were a very demonstrative little group, he decided. ‘All right then,’ she said. ‘You’ve gone and spoiled it anyway, so you might as well tell me what you were doing, and why you didn’t send word that you’d be delayed.’
    ‘Politics, love. You know Dolmant. Lamorkand is right on the verge of exploding.