J.C. & Barb Hendee D 3 Sister of the Dead (BD) (v1.2)

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ceiling.
"Yes," he said firmly. "Chane wasn't some undead boy living on small animals
in the wild. He tried to kill Magiere in Bela, and he tried to burn Chap
alive. I'd have punched a blade through his throat without a second thought.
That is what we do, and you're the one who asked to join us."
Wynn rolled away from him, and it was a long moment before she spoke. "Will
she send me away?"
"No. She would never abandon you here," he said, and reached out to stroke
the back of her hair. "And I wouldn't let that happen either. You're part of
this now, for better or worse, but you'll have to earn her trust again. In
time, perhaps, she'll be back to growling at you."
He hoped this was true, though he knew Magiere judged Wynn's lie of omission
as a betrayal. However, he believed in second chances. How could he not, given
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the ones that he'd had himself? Sorrow over this rift with Magiere was only
part of Wynn's anguish. The loss of Chane, whatever he'd meant to her, wasn't
something for which Leesil could offer comfort. Wynn was young and new to
their calling, and Leesil still didn't know if this was the right life for
her.
"Get some sleep," he said. 'Tomorrow we hurry west out of this land and then
north. It will be hard traveling through the winter, but when we reach my
mother's people, all that knowledge you're so proud of will finally be
useful."
He stood up and put some water into a bowl for Chap. Then he poured tea into
two tin cups sitting near the pot. One he left by Wynn's bedside, and the
other he took with him. He gave Chap a tilt of his head toward the bed. The
dog hopped up on the end and curled into a ball, watching the sage intently.
"It's going to be all right, Wynn," Leesil said. "I promise."
Wynn didn't move. "Good night, Leesil."
He stepped into the hall and closed the door with a sigh. Comforting Wynn,
though complicated, seemed simple when compared with opening up Magiere's
thoughts. And getting her out of this land was the most urgent thing on his
mind.
Chapcurled against Wynn's feet as Leesil closed the door. He was satisfied
but not relieved.
For all his fears more so, the fears of his kin Magiere had faced Ubad
without faltering. He had kept his faith in her, and she had not failed him.
The Fay would have to accept that he had made the correct choices in the end.
There remained the apparition of the enemy's chosen form the black scaled
coils in the forest and this still sent waves of panic through his spirit. It
had not been Magiere's journey into the past, after all, that was quickening
the coming days. After an age in the mortal world, the enemy was already
aware, reaching out from within its slumber to gather new servants. It had
been waiting, watching for Magiere.
And it had spoken to her.
This last event troubled him deeply, though he did not know what it meant.
There would be more trials ahead, some worse than those of this past season.
He would be with her and Leesil, another whose spirit was dark and yet chose
to live in the light.
Chap heard Wynn's breath deepen into a slumbering rhythm. He cared for this
little sage but was as surprised as Magiere that a Noble Dead had shadowed
them. This undead had come too far without him knowing. More disturbing, the
sage had hid it from him. She would have to be watched.
Chap closed his eyes and let the quiet of the room, filled only with Wynn's
soft breaths, settle around him. All else was too much to consider now, and
there was time enough for one more quiet night of warmth.
Magieresat in an old chair in the corner when Leesil entered their room. He
didn't speak at first and, instead, handed her a tin cup. The smell of mint
tea filled her nose before she saw the leaf settled to the cup's bottom. She
put the cup down on the floor without tasting the tea.
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She was quiet as well, but not angry at him. Was she even angry at all
anymore? This left her bereft, as anger had always been her strength.
Leesil looked about the room. "It's too familiar. We started this journey in
a small inn not much different than this."
"Yes," Magiere answered, and now that he spoke, she didn't want him to stop.
It made all things better just to hear his voice. "It's over. There's nothing
left to find."
He held his hand out. She'd always liked his hands, so tan and slender.
"Come sit with me," he said.
She came to the bed with him, wishing they were curled beneath a blanket by a
campfire instead. It felt strange to be indoors.
"Tell me what your mother showed you," he said.
She longed for them to speak more freely of the things that mattered, but old
habits ingrained by earlier years together were hard to break. That he simply
asked seemed new and pleasing, and he deserved to know. If he was to link his
life to hers, he needed the truth as much as she did.
He listened in silence as she told him everything. From her father drinking
the blood of the five to Magelia's rape and Bryen's death. She told Leesil of
Welstiel's involvement and the murdered infant, and how he'd had carried her
away while Magelia bled to death.
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