“There will be no scabbard for your great sword, Dray; not until we can have one stitched up for you.”
“No matter. It can hang at my side naked, with a fold of cloth to keep me from being cut—”
After the action the reaction — we were both just making noises. The airboat rushed on through the sky levels. Delia looked at me, her head a little to one side, her face grave.
“Seg? And — Thelda?”
I shook my head.
She gave a little gasp, immediately choked off, and lowered that mane of glorious brown hair, shining in the dying light, and put her dear head into my shoulder. So for a space we stood there on the deck of the airboat as the twin suns sank and the strange and yet familiar constellations crept into the night sky with three of the lesser moons of Kregen hurtling low over the horizon.
