“The army is back at last,” Seregil noted.

“Thank the Flame and Light!” Micum exclaimed softly. “What do you say we ride down to meet them and see if Beka and Nyal are with them?”

“I’ll come with you,” said Alec.

“Me, too!” exclaimed Illia, jumping nimbly over the sheepfold gate.

Before they could saddle their horses, however, they heard the sound of riders on the river road, coming on at a gallop. As they watched from the front courtyard, eight riders came over the hill from the river bridge. Though Seregil couldn’t make out faces, Beka’s coppery red hair shone like a banner in the sunlight. All but two were wearing the green-and-white tabards of Beka’s regiment.

“It’s Beka and Nyal!” Illia shouted as she ran to meet them.

Micum slapped Seregil on the back so hard he nearly knocked him over. “Come on, Uncle Seregil. Let’s go meet the prodigals.”

The whole household came running into the courtyard as Beka and the others rode up. She hopped lightly down from the saddle and ran to embrace her parents and siblings. Nyal and the others dismounted and Seregil saw with surprise that among the other riders were Princess Klia, dressed in the royal red of command, and Thero in the finest riding outfit Seregil had ever seen him wear. As Marshal of the Armies, Klia had gone back to Plenimar for the winter to oversee the encampment and spring homecoming. Thero must have ridden out to meet her.

“Welcome home, Captain,” Micum said, hugging Beka.

Grinning, she pulled the silver-and-gold gorget from the neck of her tabard. “It’s Commander now. And given my exemplary service to the Crown, I was allowed to choose my own aide-de-camp!” Beka put an arm around her husband’s waist and kissed him.

Nyal grinned. “Who could deny a Cavish woman?”

Kari let out an exaggerated sigh. “So, no grandchildren yet?”

“No,” Beka replied firmly.

“But where are our manners!” exclaimed Kari. “Princess Klia, we’re honored to have you here.”

“It’s good to see you all,” said Klia. “I hope you don’t mind me bringing your daughter and son back to you?”

Kari hugged her as if she’d been one of her own. “You’re most welcome. And you, too, Thero.”

“Are you home to stay?” asked Alec.

“Not just yet.” Nyal caught up Luthas and Gherin and spun them around until they squealed with laughter. “The rest of the army’s just down there on the highroad, coming down from Cirna on their way home. There’s going to be a victory parade in a few days. And then the commander here will be busy with her troops.”

“What brings you out here, Thero?” asked Seregil with a knowing grin.

“We have some news we wanted you all to hear from us,” said Klia, now beaming at Thero.

The wizard colored a little. “Princess Klia has asked me to marry her.”