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    “My King Celrin has expressed the opinion that the wizards and enchanters hope to reproduce our unusual bond, but My King Celrin and His Majesty King Petyrr doubt they will be successful,” Tari rushed to tell Arion before King Petyrr spoke again in his loud voice.
    Arion listened for a moment , his lips tightening, and translated when the human king paused to laugh and let King Celrin’s translator catch up.
    “His Majesty King Petyrr has expressed the desire that he and King Celrin wish for us to remain in Haven, although we have other commitments in our home cities,” Arion said, his voice flat.
    Tari whirled to face King Celrin. “My King,” she started, hesitating. “If you will pardon my im pertinence, I am an Evening Star. I am aware that because of my unusual bond with the honorable Captain Arion I should stay in Haven for a time, but as an Evening Star it is my duty to remain in Gloria,” she said, pleading to the king with her eyes.
    Seer Ringali would be furious if she stayed at Haven for an extended period of time, and it was very likely this ‘stay’ would last at least a season. He was going to burst a blood vessel when she sent news of this.
    Arion nodded at Tari’s words. “If I may, Your Majesty, my squad cannot survive without my leadership for an extended period of time,” Arion said to his king.
    King Celrin waited until King Petyrr addressed Arion before he spoke as well . “I do not argue against your point, for I am aware of the responsibility you bear. However, right now our country has great need of you. You, Tarinthali, and Captain Arion are the only bond we have historical record of, or even dreamed of, that upon bonding are immediately able to understand each other. I know your position as an Evening Star is of great importance, but at this moment the change you and the captain symbolize is of much greater magnitude.”
    “He told you too that we must stay?” Arion asked. His words were so quiet Tari doubted the kings and their translators heard.
    Tari nodded to the captain, who exhaled. “I thought as much. I have been pulled from the military and reassigned to an Honor Guard squad in Haven.”
    Tari waited until the kings spoke to each other in a combination of sign language and translators before she said to Arion, “It seems we will have to sacrifice our personal lives for a time.”
    Arion added, barely above a whisper, “We can only hope it is indeed for a time.”

    “Here are the grounds upon which you can practice your magic and dancing, Lady Tarinthali,” the elf handmaiden said, gesturing to the nicely sized private garden, located in Rosewood Park—the handsome grounds and garden s kept by the elves who lived at the palace in Haven.
    Tari nodded and walked the length of the garden. It was big enough that she could move about freely and was screened by a copse of trees.
    “It will be available for your exclusive use,” the handmaiden said, stepping in front of the two guards that stood at the entrance.
    Tari turned suddenly, making the velvet blue skirt s of her dress swirl around her legs. She studied the morning sun and raised a hand to rub the back of her neck.
    “Is the Lady Tarinthali not pleased with the gardens, or her rooms? Did you not sleep well last night?” the handmaiden ventured at Tari’s silence.
    Tari smiled at the tentative young elf. “No, everything is beautiful. I am beyond pleased with my living quarters, and I am very much in debt to Our King Celrin for allotting me this space,” she said.
    The previous evening Tari had hopes she would be allowed to live with her sister and brother-in-law in the city of Haven. She was shocked when her new attendant timidly explained that she was to live in the palace. Furthermore she was being bestowed a great honor by taking up residence in the wing reserved for elven royalty.
    Tari had spent most of the evening and morning outlining the items and clothing articles she would need as long