"Good!" Habrunt said heartily, grinning self-consciously in spite of
himself, and showing to Si'Wren a totally different side to the man
whom she had always known before as being perpetually so stoic, just,
and reserved. "It is good, Si'Wren! As your husband, I shall exercise
my right as a free man to redeem you from your vow of silence. But for
now, I think the royal procession is about to leave you behind!"
Si'Wren started as she looked suddenly around at the receding lines of
the procession, and then looked back at him with eyes that lived for
promises to come, of a new world with Habrunt together with her, and of
vast far-flung visions of new life and of laughter, and yet in her eyes
she also showed the apprehension of eternal loss already looming, and
of anguish beyond the torments of the utterly lost, lest there be the
remotest possibility of more than this one final separation.
Yet as he had said, it was time to go. Just like Habrunt, to be always
so dutiful!
She put her things back in her saddlebag, and then turned and reached
up to embrace him quickly. He swept his arms around her again, and held
her tight, and she longed for the moment never to end. Then Habrunt let
go again, and turned to her horse, to hold out a helping hand to her.
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