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Yet if Hecar was in danger, what else could Kaz do?

He found Helati exactly where he expected her to be, cradling the newly born twins and trying to sing
them to sleep. For a minotaur, his mate's voice was surprisingly melodious. He had thought it pleasant
from the very first time he had heard it. Then, Kaz had been a prisoner of a band of minotaurs, hunters
sent to bring him back on a mission of honorable purpose. The leaders of the band did not have any
intention of giving him the opportunity to defend his actions, but a few had believed in him. Helati and
her brother had been among those. When the matter had been settled, they remained with him. He could
not have been more pleased. She was still the most beautiful female he had ever seen, and a fine
companion in battle as well.


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Her features were refined, gentle. Standing, she was a bit shorter than he was. Helati's horns were about
half as long as his own. None of this meant that she was weak. She had been a seasoned warrior when he
first met her, and the tricks he had taught her since made her better than most larger and stronger
warriors.

The twins shifted restlessly. Both the male and the female were fitful like Kaz, though in looks they
favored their mother. He wondered if that would change as they grew older. He wondered if he would be
around to witness the changes.

The dwelling he and Helati had built was simple, a stone-and-wood hut with three small rooms. Some of
the newcomers had built larger homes, but Kaz wanted only what his family needed. He was not in
competition for status. Perhaps that was why the other minotaurs looked to him for guidance. They knew
he cared nothing about fighting for dominance; he intended to live simply, as he and Helati desired.

Helati looked up as he neared. His expression was all she needed to see. "You're going, aren't you?"

"I have to."

"Why?"

"Because if I don't, Helati, I know you will."

There was no denying that. "Hecar is my brother, Kaz. By rights, I should be the one to search for him."

"And if there was not something more important for you to deal with," he said, indicating the two
squirming bundles, "then I might let you go." But he wouldn't, in any case. If it weren't for the children,
Kaz still would have sought some excuse to prevent his mate from riding off to treacherous Nethosak.

She looked down at the pair. Kyris, the boy, had a broader face and tiny buds that would someday grow
into horns as great in length as those of his father. His sister,

Sekra, was just a little smaller and more narrow, but darker-furred. The stubs where her horns would