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tumbling to the floor, caught her and gently lowered her to the padded oak bench
that spanned the far wall. He sat next to her and kept his arm around her until she
quit shaking.

"Sorry," she said when she could.

He shook his head in exasperation. "Lady, I thank you for your adviceЧyou
have nothing to apologize for. Do you remember what you said?"

She shook her head. "No. Sometimes I can rememberЧor at least see pictures,
butЕ I saw a flash of red and green gemsЕ No, I think they were eyes." She shook
her head again. "That's all. I hope that it will do you some good."

Again he took her hand and kissed it, "That, Lady, is best left for time to tell us.
May I see you home?''

She smiled and stood up slowly, but steadily enough. "No. For some reason I
am feeling much better now. If you could retrieve my powder for me, I will pay you
and go"

Tris gave her the powder but shook his head when she offered him a bit of
copper. "No. Send your grandson over if you'd like. There's a corner of the roof
that needs rethatching before the next rain. He's grown to be quite a craftsman under
Edgar's tutelage." She and he both knew that he'd pay her grandson when he came,
but after a moment she nodded and left.

Tris watched her leave, and with a soft voice he repeated the phrases that Trenna
had spoken in his own language: the first lines of the bonding ceremony. He had
been alone for so longЕ Was there to be an end to it?

After a moment of stillness, he found a broom and began to remove the remnants
of the planter from his floor, gently picking up the plants and setting them aside for
repotting.

The dining hall in Lord Karsten's hold was large enough to seat six hundred
people, but only one of the six ancient, rough-hewn tables was being used. This
room showed the improvements that Lord Karsten was making throughout
Westhold.


Several of the heavy timbers that supported the ceiling were obviously new. A
circular fireplace complete with chimney dominated the center of the room,
replacing the more common fire pit. The crude openings high in the outer wall,
necessary with a fire pit, had been filled with colored glass visible from outside the
keep.

Rialla stood quietly behind and just slightly to the left of where Laeth sat, her
eyes focused on the floor, like any proper slave. She'd had surprisingly little
difficulty adjusting to being a slave again; it helped tremendously to know that she
was just pretending. Once she took on the role, her nervousness faded until she