"As sure as I can ever be, about something like this," she said, defensively. Then her face softened. Yes, I understand. this hurts, her expression seemed to say. "Is the King's sister, Samantha, still working in Dallas?"
"Last I heard," he said. "Stay in touch. Get a computer. Log onto the net. I need to see if Niamh has any extra laptops back at the castle."
The talk was small, and he knew it, and it was making him uncomfortable. His thoughts turned to the victory the day before, hoping it would revive the same sense of triumph he'd felt when he dropped Japhet's head at the King's feet. But the most it did was remind him how he got to feeling the way he did now; sore, and utterly exhausted. I need rest. I need rest in a big way. Please, let's get this over with.
"Don't worry about me," Wenlann said, as she gave him another, departing hug. "Help make Avalon strong."
Again the tears came, but he had better luck choking them back this time. He led the three 'steeds into the Gate, leaving the desert behind him.
THE END
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