He held out a hand and she gave him hers, which he brought to his lips. “How good it is to hear someone else scold him on his tendency to usurp the rights of others under the pretext of protecting them.”

Finally he looked at me and I saw a touch of anger in his eyes. “Ward, if I had been more observant in those years when you were growing to manhood in Hurog, I would not have had to ask that riddle. You have never sacrificed anything except yourself. I have apologized for forcing you to do what you had to do to keep the dragon bones from the hands of evil. You suffered from that and I was freed.”

He took a deep breath and swallowed his anger. “There’s a difference betweenusing someone andasking them for help—which you know very well. You can’t keep everyone safe, Ward.” His voice gentled further. “I’m not a child—for all that I look younger than you. I’m not Ciarra or Tosten, who needed you to protect them.”

He put his hand behind my neck and pulled me down until my forehead rested against his as he said softly, “Iam the dragon that would have eaten you, if you’d managed to go defeat Jakoven without asking me to play, too.”

I pulled away and laughed ruefully. “Fine. If you come, too, we just might manage to survive.”

“Now,” he said, “why didn’t I hear you proposing to Tisala when I all but told you to? I think you might have scared her off if you’d asked her when you wanted to”—he turned to Tisala—“which would have been within ten minutes of the first time he saw you handle your sword”—back to me—“but if you keep trying to seduce her without telling her how you feel, she’s going to think that your purpose is other than honorable. It’s not like you to miss your aim, but if you hesitate too long, the rabbit’ll escape the snare.”

Tisala laughed and made little rabbit ears on the top of her head with her hands.

“Enough, Oreg,” I said. But the blush staining my cheeks robbed some of the force from my voice.