“For better or for worse, I believe you said,” he told her, brushing the end of her nose with the tip of his left forefinger while one of the deep chuckles which had become all too rare in the last few months rumbled in his chest.

“And I meant it—then!” she told him pertly. “Besides, you promised the same thing.”

“So I did.” He returned his left hand to Nelson and ran it slowly down the ’cat’s spine, and it was his turn to sigh. “Well,” he said very quietly, “I suppose life really does go on, except in bad books and worse holodrama. And we’d always planned on more children. So I guess the real question isn’t whether we let ‘dynastic’ considerations push us into anything but whether or not we let them stampede us out of doing what we’d intended to do before they came along.”

“True.”

His right hand rose to stroke her sleek black hair, and she made a soft sound of pleasure and gave a wiggle at least as feline as any treecat could have managed, and he chuckled again. But then her smile faded.

“Of course, my genome results only make this even more complicated, you know.”

“I don’t see why,” he disagreed. “You didn’t have anything to do with it. All you’ve done is spot it.”

“Some cultures have a nasty habit of shooting the messenger when the news is bad, my love. And lest you forget, Grayson tends to be a rather religious planet. And given the Church of Humanity’s original take on science in general, I’m more than a little afraid that the locals aren’t going to react to the information quite as calmly as you and I did!”

“Well, it’s not as if it would be the first time someone named Harrington set them on their ears,” he pointed out in return. “They ought to be getting used to it by now. And if they haven’t yet, then they’d damn well better get around to it quick if they plan on dumping any steadholders’ keys on more of our children.”

“Goodness, how fierce!” Allison murmured, and giggled as he bared his teeth at her. It felt incredibly good to have him joking with her once more, and her eyes softened as she gazed up at him and saw the man she’d loved for over sixty T-years emerging once more from the stony despair of his grief. She thought about saying something to welcome him back, but it was too soon, and so she only tucked her cheek back against his deep chest with a little sigh of bittersweet joy and concentrated on wrestling with Jason.

“You know,” Alfred said after a moment, “what you really ought to do is talk to someone you can trust to be discreet but who can also give you an authoritative read on how the Graysons are likely to react to your findings.”

“I thought of that for myself,” she told him a bit tartly, “but who did you have in mind? Lord Clinkscales has enough on his mind already, and Miranda—” She shook her head. “Miranda was too close to Honor, and she’s grown too close to us. She wouldn’t do it on purpose, but she’d filter her response through her feelings for me. Assuming, of course, that she didn’t turn out to have a major negative religious reaction to it herself!”