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by James Galloway


  No wonder!

  "A strange tale, mistress Jesmind," he said compassionately. "I hope that you parted on good terms."

  She sighed. "Good enough, I guess," she said. "We don't hate each other, if that's what you mean. He had things he had to do, and I realized I was pregnant, so I had to leave him to take care of his business. My kind don't marry, and the males have little to do with raising the young, human. It was probably for the best that things caused us to part when we did. We'd probably have killed each other. We're both rather stubborn," she said with a gentle smile.

  "Oh, I could tell you stories about Tarrin Kael, mistress Jesmind," Garyth chuckled. "He's the most mule-headed piece of wood you'd ever see. That boy defined the word 'stubborn.' I guess he learned it from his parents."

  "Well, let me get you something to drink, and we'll eat these pastries your wife baked, and you can tell me all about my Tarrin," she said with a strange smile, a strange look. A look of need.

  Garyth only nodded. When she got up and moved into the kitchen, he looked at the beautiful little girl, a small smile on his lips.

  So. She had come here because she loved Tarrin. She brought her daughter here so she could know her father, understand how she felt about him. She would teach her daughter about her father in a loving way. That she would bring her here, where Tarrin grew up, told him much. That she called him my Tarrin said everything else that needed to be said about it.

  Jesmind loved Tarrin. Loved him deeply, judging by the very little he'd seen so far.

  She returned with a mug of water, and sat down. Garyth relaxed greatly as they began to talk, even began to laugh with one another. He found her engaging, intelligent, intriguing, and very lonely. He felt for her, his heart went out to her, and he told her everything he remembered about the rambunctious boy that had been Tarrin, of his many exploits and misadventures in his youth, of his past. And it made her very happy.

  When Garyth left, nearly at sunset that day, she stood on the doorstep with her daughter in her arms and waved at him. He had made a friend that day, a very good friend. He would be back tomorrow, to talk with her more, to gently show her that the people of Aldreth weren't her enemies, that she could come out and be among them. It would take time, but it would be worth it.

  He had the feeling that nothing short of Tarrin himself would uproot her from what she now considered her home. She had come here to be where Tarrin had lived, to remind herself of him whenever she looked around. And she would not let go of him.

  Garyth almost pitied the boy. He had no idea of it, but Jesmind had made her intentions plain over the course of the day. She intended to put her claws into that boy and hold onto him until time ended.

  He almost wanted to see that. She deserved him, if she was willing to come all the way here just to bring her daughter closer to her father.

  Whistling, Garyth made his way along the darkening path. Mara was going to kill him for being out all day, but it had been worth it. He should have done it a month ago.

  The poor girl. He hadn't seen such a strong case of being lovesick in his life. And oh, boy, just wait until Tarrin came home.

  What a surprise he'd find waiting for him.

 

 

 


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