On the far side of the fire, the Ellyl stirred as if to speak, then thought better of it, rising instead to check on the horses. The gentle whickering sound of their greeting carried in the night air. Carfax watched as Peldras touched them, laying pale hands on their hides, soothing aching knees, strained hocks. The Ellyl spoke inaudibly to Fianna, who rummaged through their stores. He could hear her soft laugh of delight at whatever the Ellyl said, and wondered what it must be like to move through the world with such grace that all must acknowledge it. Even so, it was the Borderguardsman she loved. The Ellyl was beyond her reach, a Lesser Shaper of a higher order. It had taken Haomane’s Prophecy and a thousand years of refusal before the Lady of the Ellylon would consider a mortal lover. An ordinary woman like Fianna would never dare to dream of such a liaison. What the Ellyl thought, only Haomane knew.

“Staccian?” Blaise prompted him.

“I don’t know.” Carfax mumbled the words. Shifting, he sat on the pine mast, hiding his face against his knees. “Don’t be so quick to speak kindly to me,” he said without looking up. “If I had thought deeper, my lord Blaise, I might not have acted. Because of me, the Bearer’s quest continues.”

“Aye,” Blaise said. “Haomane’s Allies are in your debt.”

Carfax gave a strangled laugh. “I have betrayed my loyalties and all I hold dear.”

“No. Only those false loyalties you were taught. It is not the same.” Removing a whetstone from a pouch at his belt, Blaise began honing his sword, smoothing away the nicks it had gotten battling the Were. It was a homely sound, stone grinding on metal. “I asked you once what manner of man you wanted to be, Staccian. You have shown me through your actions. A man of honor, willing to risk his life to protect the innocent I tell you tonight, Aracus Altorus would welcome one such as you into his service.”

“Why?” he whispered.

“Because he understands what it means to be King of the West.” Fianna had approached him from behind, her steps inaudible on the pine mast. Her hands lit on his shoulders, her face bending down beside his. “Oh, Carfax! You have proved a true companion in this venture when all but the Wise Counselor would have doubted you. Do you think Aracus Altorus will not see it?”

It was hard to think, with her soft breath brushing his cheek. Exhaling hard, he lifted his head and focused on the Borderguardsman. “Why him, Blaise? What has he done to win your loyalty?”