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The roof of the Duke’s library in Miln was a magical place for Arlen. On a clear day, the world spread out below him, a world unrestrained by walls and wards, stretching on into infinity. It was also the place where Arlen first looked at Mery, and truly saw her.

His work in the library was nearly complete, and he would soon be returning to Cob’s shop. He watched the sun play over the snowcapped mountains and fall on the valley below, trying to memorize the sight forever, and when he turned to Mery, he wanted to do the same for her. She was fifteen, and more beautiful by far than mountains and snow.

Mery had been his closest friend for over a year, but Arlen had never thought more of her than that. Now, seeing her limned in sunlight, cold mountain wind blowing the long brown hair from her face as she hugged her arms against the swell of her bosom to ward off the chill, she was suddenly a young woman, and he a young man. His pulse quickened at the way her skirts flared in the breeze, edges of lace hinting at petticoats beneath.

He said nothing as he stepped forward, but she caught the look in his eyes, and smiled. ‘It’s about time,’ she said.

He reached out, tentatively, and traced the back of his hand down her cheek. She leaned in to the touch, and he tasted her sweet breath, kissing her. It was soft at first, hesitant, but it deepened as she responded, becoming something with a life of its own, something hungry and passionate, something that had been building inside him for over a year without his knowing.

Some time later, their lips parted with a soft pop, and they smiled nervously. Arms around one another, they looked out over Miln, sharing in the glow of young love.

‘You’re always staring out into the valley,’ Mery said. She ran her fingers through his hair, and kissed his temple. ‘Tell me what you dream about, when your eyes have that faraway look.’

Arlen was quiet for some time. ‘I dream of freeing the world from the corelings,’ he said.

Her thoughts having gone another way, Mery laughed at the unexpected response. She did not mean to be cruel, but the sound cut at him like a lash. ‘You think yourself the Deliverer, then?’ she asked. ‘How will you do this?’

Arlen drew away from her a little, feeling suddenly vulnerable. ‘I don’t know,’ he admitted. ‘I’ll start by Messengering. I’ve already saved enough money for armour and a horse.’

Mery shook her head. ‘That will never do, if we’re to marry,’ she said.

‘We’re to marry?’ Arlen asked in surprise, amazed at the tightness in his throat.

‘What, am I not good enough?’ Mery asked, pulling away and looking indignant.

‘No! I never said …’ Arlen stuttered.

‘Well, then,’ she said. ‘Messengering may bring money and honour, but it’s too dangerous, especially once we have children.’

‘We’re having children now?’ Arlen squeaked.

Mery looked at him as if he were an idiot. ‘No, it will never do,’ she went on, ignoring him as she thought things through. ‘You’ll need to be a Warder, like Cob. You’ll still get to fight demons, but you’ll be safe with me instead of riding down some coreling-infested road.’

‘I don’t want to be a Warder,’ Arlen said. ‘It was never more than a means to an end.’

‘What end?’ Mery asked. ‘Lying dead on the road?’

‘No,’ Arlen said. ‘That won’t happen to me.’

‘What will you gain as a Messenger that you can’t as a Warder?’

‘Escape,’ Arlen said without thinking.

Mery fell silent. She turned her head to avoid his eyes, and after a few moments, slipped her arm from his. She sat quietly, and Arlen found sadness only made her more beautiful still.

‘Escape from what?’ she asked at last. ‘From me?’

Arlen looked at her, drawn in ways he was only just beginning to understand, and his throat caught. Would it be so bad to stay? What were the chances of finding another like Mery?

But was that enough? He’d never wanted family. They were attachments he did not need. If he had wanted marriage and children, he might as well have stayed in Tibbet’s Brook with Renna. He’d thought Mery was different …

Arlen called to mind the image that had sustained him for the last three years, seeing himself riding down the road, free to roam. As always, the thought swelled him, until he turned to look again at Mery. The fantasy fled, and all he could think about was kissing her again.

‘Not you,’ he said, taking her hands. ‘Never you.’ Their lips met again, and for a time, his thoughts touched on nothing else.

‘I have an assignment to Harden’s Grove,’ Ragen said, referring to a small farming hamlet a full day’s ride from Fort Miln. ‘Would you care to join me, Arlen?’

‘Ragen, no!’ Elissa cried.

Arlen glared, but Ragen grabbed his arm before he could speak. ‘Arlen, may I have a moment alone with my wife?’ he asked gently. Arlen wiped his mouth and excused himself.

Ragen closed the door after him, but Arlen refused to let his fate be decided out of his hands, and circled around through the kitchen, listening at the servants’ entrance. The cook looked at him, but Arlen looked right back, and the man kept to his own business.

‘He’s too young!’ Elissa was saying.

‘Lissa, he’ll always be too young for you,’ Ragen said. ‘Arlen is sixteen, and he’s old enough to make a simple day trip.’

‘You’re encouraging him!’

‘You know full well Arlen needs no encouragement from me,’ Ragen said.

‘Enabling him, then,’ Elissa snapped. ‘He’s safer here!’

‘He’ll be safe enough with me,’ Ragen said. ‘Isn’t it better that he makes his first few trips with someone to supervise him?’

‘I’d rather he not make his first few trips at all,’ Elissa said acidly. ‘If you cared about him, you’d feel the same.’

‘Night, Lissa, it’s not like we’ll even see a demon. We’ll reach the Grove before sunset and leave after sunrise. Regular folk make the trip all the time.’

‘I don’t care,’ Elissa said. ‘I don’t want him going.’

‘It’s not your choice,’ Ragen reminded.

‘I forbid it!’ Elissa shouted.

‘You can’t!’ Ragen shouted back. Arlen had never heard him raise his voice to her.

‘Just you watch me,’ Elissa snarled. ‘I’ll drug your horses! I’ll chop every spear in two! I’ll throw your armour in the well to rust!’

‘Take away every tool you want,’ Ragen said through gritted teeth, ‘and Arlen and I will still leave for Harden’s Grove tomorrow, on foot, if need be.’

‘I’ll leave you,’ Elissa said quietly.

‘What?’

‘You heard me,’ she said. ‘Take Arlen out of here, and I’ll be gone before you get back.’

‘You can’t be serious,’ Ragen said.

‘I’ve never been more serious in my life,’ Elissa said. ‘Take him and I go.’

Ragen was quiet a long time. ‘Look, Lissa,’ he said finally. ‘I know how upset you’ve been that you haven’t gotten pregnant …’

‘Don’t you dare bring that into this!’ Elissa growled.

‘Arlen is not your son!’ Ragen shouted. ‘No amount of smothering will ever make it so! He is our guest, not our child!’

‘Of course he’s not our child!’ Elissa shouted. ‘How could he be when you’re out delivering ripping letters whenever I cycle?’

‘You knew what I was when you married me,’ Ragen reminded her.

‘I know,’ Elissa replied, ‘and I’m realizing that I should have listened to my mother.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ Ragen demanded.

‘It means I can’t do this anymore,’ Elissa said, starting to cry. ‘The constant waiting, wondering if you’ll ever come home; the scars you claim are nothing. The praying that the scant few times we make love will allow me to conceive before I’m too old. And now, this!

‘I knew what you were when we married,’ she sobbed, ‘and I thought I had learned to handle it. But this … Ragen, I just can’t bear the thought of losing you both. I can’t!’

A hand rested on Arlen’s shoulder, giving him a start. Margrit stood there, a stern look on her face. ‘You shouldn’t be listening to this,’ she said, and Arlen felt ashamed for his spying. He was about to leave when he caught the Messenger’s words.

‘All right,’ Ragen said. ‘I’ll tell Arlen he can’t come, and stop encouraging him.’

‘Really?’ Elissa sniffled.

‘I promise,’ Ragen said. ‘And when I get back from Harden’s Grove,’ he added, ‘I’ll take a few months off and keep you so fertilized that something can’t help but grow.’

‘Oh, Ragen!’ Elissa laughed, and Arlen heard her fall into his arms.

‘You’re right,’ Arlen told Margrit. ‘I had no right to listen to that.’ He swallowed the angry lump in his throat. ‘But they had no right to discuss it in the first place.’

He went up to his room and began packing his things. Better to sleep on a hard pallet in Cob’s shop than in a soft bed that came at the cost of his right to make his own decisions.

For months, Arlen avoided Ragen and Elissa. They stopped by Cob’s shop often to see him, but he was not to be found. They sent servants to make overtures, but the results were the same.

Without use of Ragen’s stable, Arlen bought his own horse and practised riding in the fields outside the city. Mery and Jaik often accompanied him, the three of them growing closer. Mery frowned upon the practice, but they were all still young, and the simple joy of galloping a horse about the fields drove other feelings away.

Arlen worked with increasing autonomy in Cob’s shop, taking calls and new customers unsupervised. His name became known in warding circles, and Cob’s profits grew. He hired servants and took on more apprentices, leaving the bulk of their training to Arlen.

Most evenings, Arlen and Mery walked together, taking in the colours of the sky. Their kisses grew hungrier, both wanting more, but Mery always pulled away before it went too far.

‘You’ll be done with your apprenticeship in another year,’ she kept saying. ‘We can marry the next day, if you wish, and you can ravish me every night from then on.’

One morning when Cob was away from the shop, Elissa paid a visit. Arlen, busy talking to a customer, didn’t notice her until it was too late.

‘Hello, Arlen,’ she said when the customer left.

‘Hello, Lady Elissa,’ he replied.

‘There’s no need to be so formal,’ Elissa said.

‘I think informality confused the nature of our relationship,’ Arlen replied. ‘I don’t want to repeat the error.’

‘I’ve apologized again and again, Arlen,’ Elissa said. ‘What will it take for you to forgive me?’

‘Mean it,’ Arlen answered. The two apprentices at the workbench looked at one another, then got up in unison and left the room.

Elissa took no notice of them. ‘I do,’ she said.

‘You don’t,’ Arlen replied, gathering some books from the counter and moving to put them away. ‘You’re sorry that I overheard, and took offence. You’re sorry that I left. The only thing you’re not sorry about is what you did, making Ragen refuse to take me.’

‘It’s a dangerous trip,’ Elissa said carefully.

Arlen slammed down the books, and met Elissa’s eyes for the first time. ‘I’ve made the trip a dozen times in the last six months,’ he said.

‘Arlen!’ Elissa gasped.

‘I’ve been to the Duke’s Mines, as well,’ Arlen went on. ‘And the South Quarries; everywhere within a day of the city. I’ve made my circles, and the Messenger guild’s been courting me ever since I gave them my application, taking me wherever I want to go. You’ve accomplished nothing. I won’t be caged, Elissa. Not by you, not by anyone.’

‘I never wanted to cage you, Arlen, only to protect you,’ Elissa said softly.

‘That was never your place,’ Arlen said, turning back to his work.

‘Perhaps not,’ Elissa sighed, ‘but I only did it because I care. Because I love you.’

Arlen paused, refusing to look at her.

‘Would it be so bad, Arlen?’ Elissa asked. ‘Cob isn’t young, and he loves you like a son. Would it be such a curse to take over his shop and marry that pretty girl I’ve seen you with?’

Arlen shook his head. ‘I’m not going to be a Warder, not ever.’

‘What about when you retire, like Cob?’

‘I’ll be dead before then,’ Arlen said.

‘Arlen! What a terrible thing to say!’

‘Why?’ Arlen asked. ‘It’s the truth. No Messenger keeps working and manages to die of old age.’

‘But if you know it’s going to kill you, then why do it?’ Elissa demanded.

‘Because I’d rather live a few years knowing I’m free than spend decades in a prison.’

‘Miln is hardly a prison, Arlen,’ Elissa said.

‘It is,’ he insisted. ‘We convince ourselves that it’s the whole world, but it isn’t. We tell ourselves that there’s nothing out there we don’t have here, but there is. Why do you think Ragen keeps Messengering? He has all the money he could ever spend.’

‘Ragen is in service to the Duke. He has a duty to do the job, because no one else can.’

Arlen snorted. ‘There are other Messengers, Elissa, and Ragen looks at the Duke like he was a bug. He doesn’t do it out of loyalty, or honour. He does it because he knows the truth.’

‘What truth?’

‘That there’s more out there than there is in here,’ Arlen said.

‘I’m pregnant, Arlen,’ Elissa said. ‘Do you think Ragen will find that somewhere else?’

Arlen paused. ‘Congratulations,’ he said at last. ‘I know how much you wanted it.’

‘That’s all you have to say?’

‘I suppose you’ll expect Ragen to retire, then. A father can’t risk himself, can he?’

‘There are other ways to fight demons, Arlen. Every birth is a victory against them.’

‘You sound just like my father,’ Arlen said.

Elissa’s eyes widened. As long as she had known Arlen, he’d never spoken of his parents.

‘He sounds like a wise man,’ she said softly.

She’d said the wrong thing. Elissa knew it immediately. Arlen’s face hardened into something she had never seen before; something frightening.

‘He wasn’t wise!’ Arlen shouted, throwing a cup of brushes to the floor. It shattered, sending inky droplets everywhere. ‘He was a coward! He let my mother die! He let her die …’ His face screwed up into an anguished grimace, and he stumbled, clenching his fists. Elissa rushed to him, not knowing what to do or say, only knowing that she wanted to hold him.

‘He let her die because he was scared of the night,’ Arlen whispered. He tried to resist as her arms encircled him, but she held on tightly as he wept.

She held him a long time, stroking his hair. Finally, she whispered, ‘Come home, Arlen.’

Arlen spent the last year of his apprenticeship living with Ragen and Elissa, but the nature of their relationship had changed. He was his own man now, and not even Elissa tried to fight it any longer. To her surprise, her surrender only brought them closer. Arlen doted on her as her belly grew, he and Ragen scheduling their excursions so that she was never alone.

Arlen also spent a great deal of time with Elissa’s Herb Gatherer midwife. Ragen said a Messenger needed to know something of a Gatherer’s art, so Arlen sought plants and roots that grew beyond the city walls for the woman, and she taught him something of her craft.

Ragen stayed close to Miln in those months, and when his daughter, Marya, was born, he hung up his spear for good. He and Cob spent that entire night drinking and toasting.

Arlen sat with them, but he stared at his glass, lost in thought.

‘We should make plans,’ Mery said one evening, as she and Arlen walked to her father’s house.

‘Plans?’ Arlen asked.

‘For the wedding, goose,’ Mery laughed. ‘My father would never let me marry an apprentice, but he’ll speak of nothing else once you’re a Warder.’

‘Messenger,’ Arlen corrected.

Mery looked at him for a long time. ‘It’s time to put your trips aside, Arlen,’ she said. ‘You’ll be a father soon.’

‘What has that got to do with it?’ Arlen asked. ‘Lots of Messengers are fathers.’

‘I won’t marry a Messenger,’ Mery said flatly. ‘You know that. You’ve always known.’

‘Just as you’ve always known that’s what I am,’ Arlen replied. ‘Yet here you are.’

‘I thought you could change,’ Mery said. ‘I thought you could escape this delusion that you’re somehow trapped, that you need to risk your life to be free. I thought you loved me!’

‘I do,’ Arlen said.

‘But not enough to give this up,’ she said. Arlen was quiet.

‘How can you love me and still do this?’ Mery demanded.

‘Ragen loves Elissa,’ Arlen said. ‘It is possible to do both.’

‘Elissa hates what Ragen does,’ Mery countered. ‘You said so yourself.’

‘And yet they’ve been married fifteen years,’ Arlen said.

‘Is that what you condemn me to?’ Mery asked. ‘Sleepless nights alone, not knowing if you’ll ever come back? Wondering if you’re dead, or if you’ve met some minx in another city?’

‘That won’t happen,’ Arlen said.

‘You’re corespawned right it won’t,’ Mery said, as tears began to flow down her cheeks. ‘I won’t let it. We’re done.’

‘Mery, please,’ Arlen said, reaching out to her, but she drew back, evading his grasp.

‘We have nothing more to say.’ She whirled and ran off towards her father’s house.

Arlen stood there a long time, staring after her. The shadows grew long, and the sun dipped below the horizon, but still he stood, even at Last Bell. He shuffled his boots on the cobbled street, wishing the corelings could rise through the worked stone and consume him.

‘Arlen! Creator, what are you doing here?!’ Elissa cried, rushing to him as he entered the manse. ‘When the sun went down, we thought you were staying at Cob’s!’

‘I just needed some time to think,’ Arlen mumbled.

‘Outside in the dark?!’

Arlen shrugged. ‘The city is warded. There were no corelings about.’

Elissa opened her mouth to speak, but she caught the look in Arlen’s eyes, and the reprimand died on her lips. ‘Arlen, what’s happened?’ she asked softly.

‘I told Mery what I told you,’ Arlen said, laughing numbly. ‘She didn’t take it as well.’

‘I don’t recall taking it very well myself,’ Elissa said.

‘There you’ll find my meaning,’ Arlen agreed, heading up the stairs. He went to his room and threw open the window, breathing the cold night air and looking out into the darkness.

In the morning, he went to see guildmaster Malcum.

Marya cried before dawn the next morning, but the sound brought relief rather than irritation. Elissa had heard stories of children dying in the night, and the thought filled her with such terror that the child had to be pried from her arms at bedtime, her dreams filled with knotting anxiety.

Elissa swung her feet out of bed and into her slippers as she freed a breast for nursing. Marya pinched the nipple hard, but even the pain was welcome, a sign of strength in her beloved child. ‘That’s it, light,’ she cooed, ‘drink and grow strong.’

She paced as the child nursed, already dreading being parted from her. Ragen snored contentedly in the bed. After only a few weeks’ retirement, he was sleeping better, his nightmares less frequent, and she and Marya kept his days filled, that the road might not tempt him.

When Marya finally let go, she burped contently and dozed off. Elissa kissed her and put her back into her nest, going to the door. Margrit was waiting there, as always.

‘G’morning, Mother Elissa,’ the woman said. The title, and the genuine affection with which it was said, still filled Elissa with joy. Even though Margrit had been her servant, they had never before been peers in the way that counted most in Miln.

‘Heard the darling’s cries,’ Margrit said. ‘She’s a strong one.’

‘I need to go out,’ Elissa said. ‘Please prepare a bath and have my blue dress and ermine cloak laid out.’ The woman nodded, and Elissa went back to her child’s side. When she was bathed and dressed, Elissa reluctantly handed the baby to Margrit and went out into the city before her husband awoke. Ragen would reprimand her for meddling, but Elissa knew that Arlen was teetering on an edge, and she would not let him fall because she failed to act.

She glanced about, fearing that Arlen might see her as she entered the library. She didn’t find Mery in any of the cells or stacks, but was hardly surprised. Like many of the things personal to him, Arlen did not speak of Mery often, but Elissa listened intently when he did. She knew there was a place that was special to them, and knew the girl would be drawn there.

Elissa found Mery on the library’s roof, weeping.

‘Mother Elissa!’ Mery gasped, hurriedly wiping her tears. ‘You startled me!’

‘I’m sorry, dear,’ Elissa said, going over to her. ‘If you want me to go, I will, but I thought you might need someone to talk to.’

‘Did Arlen send you?’ Mery asked.

‘No,’ Elissa replied. ‘But I saw how upset he was, and knew it must be as hard for you.’

‘He was upset?’ Mery sniffed.

‘He wandered the streets in the dark for hours,’ Elissa said. ‘I was worried sick.’

Mery shook her head. ‘Determined to get himself killed,’ she murmured.

‘I think it’s just the opposite,’ Elissa said. ‘I think he’s trying desperately to feel alive.’ Mery looked at her curiously, and she sat down next to the girl.

‘For years,’ Elissa said, ‘I could not understand why my husband felt the need to wander far from home, staring down corelings and risking his life over a few parcels and papers. He’d made money enough to keep us in luxury for two life-times. Why keep at it?

‘People describe Messengers with words like duty, honour, and self-sacrifice. They convince themselves that this is why Messengers do what they do.’

‘It’s not?’ Mery asked.

‘For a time I thought it was,’ Elissa said, ‘but I see things more clearly now. There are times in life when we feel so very alive that when they pass, we feel … diminished. When that happens, we’ll do almost anything to feel so alive again.’

‘I’ve never felt diminished,’ Mery said.

‘Neither had I,’ Elissa replied. ‘Not until I became pregnant. Suddenly, I was responsible for a life within me. Everything I ate, everything I did, affected it. I had waited so long that I was terrified of losing the child, as many women my age do.’

‘You’re not so old,’ Mery protested. Elissa only smiled.

‘I could feel Marya’s life pulsing within me,’ Elissa continued, ‘and mine pulsing in harmony. I’d never felt anything like it. Now, with the baby born, I despair I might never feel it again. I cling to her desperately, but that connection will never be the same.’

‘What does this have to do with Arlen?’ Mery asked.

‘I’m telling you how I think Messengers feel when they travel,’ Elissa said. ‘For Ragen, I think that the risk of losing his life made him appreciate how precious it is, and sparked an instinct in him that would never allow him to die.

‘For Arlen, it’s different. The corelings have taken a lot from him, Mery, and he blames himself. I think, deep down, he even hates himself. He blames the corelings for making him feel that way, and only in defying them can he gain peace.’

‘Oh, Arlen,’ Mery whispered, tears brimming in her eyes once more.

Elissa reached out and touched her cheek. ‘But he loves you,’ she said. ‘I hear it when he talks about you. I think, sometimes, when he’s busy loving you, he forgets to hate himself.’

‘How have you done it, Mother?’ Mery asked. ‘How have you managed to endure all these years, married to a Messenger?’

Elissa sighed. ‘Because Ragen is kind-hearted and strong at the same time, and I know how rare that kind of a man is. Because I never doubted that he loved me, and would come back. But most of all, because the moments I had with him were worth all the ones apart.’

She put her arms around Mery, holding the girl tightly. ‘Give him something to come home to, Mery, and I think Arlen will learn that his life is worth something, after all.’

‘I don’t want him to go at all,’ Mery said quietly.

‘I know,’ Elissa agreed. ‘Neither do I. But I don’t think I can love him less if he does.’

Mery sighed. ‘Neither can I,’ she said.

Arlen was waiting that morning, when Jaik left for the mill. He had his horse with him, a bay courser with a black mane named Dawn Runner, and his armour on.

‘What’s this?’ Jaik asked. ‘Off to Harden’s Grove?’

‘And beyond,’ Arlen said. ‘I have a commission from the guild to message to Lakton.’

‘Lakton!?’ Jaik gaped. ‘It will take you weeks to get there!’

‘You could come with me,’ Arlen offered.

‘What?’ Jaik asked.

‘As my Jongleur,’ Arlen said.

‘Arlen, I’m not ready to …’ Jaik began.

‘Cob says you learn things best by doing them,’ Arlen cut him off. ‘Come with me, and we’ll learn together! Do you want to work in the mill forever?’

Jaik dropped his eyes to the cobbled street. ‘Milling’s not so bad,’ he said, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

Arlen looked at him a moment, and nodded. ‘You take care of yourself, Jaik,’ he said, mounting Dawn Runner.

‘When will you be back?’ Jaik asked.

Arlen shrugged. ‘I don’t know,’ he said, looking towards the city gates. ‘Maybe never.’

Elissa and Mery returned to the manse later that morning, to wait for Arlen’s return. ‘Don’t give in too easily,’ Elissa advised as they walked. ‘You don’t want to give all your power away. Make him fight for you, or he’ll never understand what you’re worth.’

‘Do you think he will?’ Mery asked.

‘Oh,’ Elissa smiled, ‘I know he will.’

‘Have you seen Arlen this morning?’ Elissa asked Margrit when they arrived.

‘Yes, Mother,’ the woman replied. ‘A few hours ago. Spent some time with Marya, then left carrying a bag.’

‘A bag?’ Elissa asked.

Margrit shrugged. ‘Prob’ly off to Harden’s Grove, or some-such.’

Elissa nodded, not surprised that Arlen had chosen to leave town for a day or two. ‘He’ll be gone through tomorrow, at least,’ she told Mery. ‘Come and see the baby before you go.’

They headed upstairs. Elissa cooed as she approached Marya’s nest, eager to hold her daughter, but she stopped short when she saw the folded paper tucked partially beneath the baby.

Her hands shaking, Elissa lifted the scrap of parchment and read aloud:

Dear Elissa and Ragen,

I have taken assignment to Lakton from the Messengers’ guild. By the time you read this, I will be on the road. I’m sorry I could not be what everyone wanted.

Thank you for everything. I will never forget you.

Arlen

‘No!’ Mery cried. She turned and fled the room, leaving the house at a run.

‘Ragen!’ Elissa cried. ‘Ragen!!’

Her husband came rushing to her side, and he shook his head sadly as he read the note. ‘Always running from his problems,’ he muttered.

‘Well?’ Elissa demanded.

‘Well, what?’ Ragen asked.

‘Go and find him!’ Elissa cried. ‘Bring him back!’

Ragen fixed his wife with a stern look, and without a word spoken they argued. Elissa knew it was a losing battle from the start, and soon lowered her eyes.

‘Too soon,’ she whispered. ‘Why couldn’t he have waited one more day?’ Ragen put his arms around her as she started to weep.

‘Arlen!’ Mery cried as she ran. All pretence of calm had flown from her, all interest in seeming strong, in making Arlen fight. All she wanted now was to find him before he left and tell him that she loved him, and that she would continue loving him no matter what he chose to do.

She reached the city gate in record time, panting from exertion, but it was too late. The guards reported that he had left the city hours earlier.

Mery knew in her heart he was not coming back. If she wanted him, she would have to go after him. She knew how to ride. She could get a horse from Ragen, and ride after him. He would surely succour in Harden’s Grove the first night. If she hurried, she could get there in time.

She sprinted back to the manse, terror at the thought of losing him giving her fresh strength. ‘He’s gone!’ she shouted to Elissa and Ragen. ‘I need to borrow a horse!’

Ragen shook his head. ‘It’s past midday. You’ll never make it in time. You’ll get halfway there, and the corelings will tear you to pieces,’ he said.

‘I don’t care!’ Mery cried. ‘I have to try!’ She darted for the stables, but Ragen caught her fast. She cried and beat at him, but he was stone, and nothing she did could loosen his grip.

Suddenly, Mery understood what Arlen had meant when he said Miln was a prison. And she knew what it was like to feel diminished.

It was late before Cob found the simple letter, stuck in the ledger on his countertop. In it, Arlen apologized for leaving early, before his seven years were up. He hoped Cob could understand. Cob read the letter again and again, memorizing every word, and the meanings between the lines.

‘Creator, Arlen,’ he said. ‘Of course I understand.’

Then he wept.