Radnorâs face. But before even the faintest hint of worry could work its way into Jacksonâs mind, Yed broke into a wide grin. He leaned close to Radnor and whispered in his ear. Radnorâs eyebrows went up in surprise. He looked at Yed, then at Tessa, then at Jackson. A smile worked its way onto his face.
âVery well, then, Jackson Cooper,â he said. âSince it would benefit our cause, Iâll not be the one to stand in the way of love.â
11. Their Only Hope
Jacksonâs face flashed hot with embarrassment. â Love? â he said with hushed intensity. âI donât love her!â As quickly as his denial came out, though, he knew it rang false.
Radnor threw back his head and laughed. âAnd I donât love roast stag!â
Flustered, Jackson stumbled over his words. âYeah, butâuhââ
Okay, so he had come to care about Tessa a little. Okay, okay, more than a little. Who could blame him? She was, after all, the first girl ever to kiss him. She cared about him, that was obvious. And being with her felt so right. It seemed as if theyâd known each other forever, as if they were meant to be. Still, he hadnât thought about it as love.
âBut Radnor,â he said. âI mean, sheâsââ He looked to Yed for help, but Yed just shrugged and kept grinning. âSheâsâwell, sheâs your daughter !â
Radnor elbowed Yed. âYes, and thirteen years old and ready to marry!â
Jacksonâs mouth dropped open. â Marry? â
âOf course,â Radnor said. âAll Timmran women get married when theyâre thirteen. It is according to the law.â He laid a burly hand on Jacksonâs shoulder. âGo enjoy yourself, my friend, but be sure to keep your magic about you. Youâll need it to tame someone like Tessa. As youâve seen, she has a very strong spirit.â
Radnor looked at Tessa. âHere, take him,â he called out, turning Jackson toward her and giving him a playful shove in her direction. âBut only for a few minutes. Get him some honey ice, there at Mookâs market stall.â He pointed to a canvas canopy strung across a side alley. âCool him off, then bring him to the main gate where he is needed.â
Stunned, Jackson watched as Tessa hurried to his side and clutched his hand in hers.
âYes, honey ice at Mookâs, good idea,â she said, pulling him away from Radnor and Yed.
âHoney what?â Jackson said, his mind spinning with Radnorâs words. Thirteen years old and ready to marry.
âHoney ice,â Tessa said, stealing a quick glance over her shoulder at Radnor and Yed, who were still watching them go. âHere.â She guided Jackson under a low-slung canopy that smelled of wet straw and mint. âHoney ice. Youâll see.â
A woman with plump, freckled cheeks rushed about in the small dark space, placing a large piece of wet cloth over a mound of straw. âSorry, but Iâm closing forââ She stopped when she saw Tessa and Jackson.
âHello, Mook,â Tessa said.
Mook gave Tessa a quick nod but kept her eyes on Jackson. âFor such guests as you two,â she said, âIâm honored to make an exception and stay open. âWould it be all right if I join you?â
Tessa looked out into the alley, then back at Mook. âOf course.â
Mook bowed. âThank you.â She pulled the wet cloth back, then pushed a clump of straw to one side. Beneath was a large block of blue-tinged ice. She tapped it with her finger. âMine is the finest, sir,â she said to Jackson. âI gather it myself from the fields of ever-snow high in the Barrier Mountains. And my spice bowlsââshe opened a wooden box and brought out three large oval-shaped green leaves, which she carefully placed on a small table âwere carried here all the way from the South
Raymond E. Feist, Janny Wurts