“Are you, now? I didn’t think you cared for me.”
Harzet sighed. “Ivanat does, though, or did, and now I see that you are a person of some importance in this land.”
“I’m not, really,” Darna said. “It’s just an accident of birth.”
“And a little hunting accident. In Cerea, we believe that things happen for reasons, especially parentage. I don’t care if you don’t believe in your own importance; it’s clear enough to me now.”
Darna shrugged and looked for the horses at the stable door, wishing that she were away.
“I apologize for not recognizing your worth sooner. I’m sorry that I kept you from Ivanat, too.” He allowed himself a rueful smile. “If you weren’t a w***e of the dragons, you would have been a good match for him.”
Darna shook her head. “Is nearly getting killed what it took you t
