Free Shadows Return by Lynn Flewelling Page A

I’ll send my kinsman, Aryn í
    Arisei, and his servants to trade for me.”
    Seregil bowed his head respectfully. “We would be glad of their company.”
    They sat a while longer, then Yhali walked with them back to their room and bade them good night. She lingered a moment, clasping Seregil’s hand. “Welcome back, Seregil í Korit. To me, you will always have a name.”
    Seregil swallowed around a sudden tightness in his throat. “Thank you, dear lady.”
    When she was gone, Alec took out Thero’s yellow message stick and broke it in two, releasing the little burst of light. “I don’t know what difference it really makes, but I feel a bit easier with that done, and with some Gedre riders on the road, too.”
    “So do I. I wasn’t looking forward to being on a lonely stretch of road with Phoria’s dog and his men.” Then he grinned as he cast a meaningful look at the safely locked chamber door and the broad, clean bed. “Things are looking up, all around, wouldn’t you say?”

CHAPTER 7

    An Unexpected Shooting Party  
    A LEC WOKE SMILING the next morning, bathed in early sunlight and trapped under Seregil’s arm.
    Seregil opened one eye. “Good morning.”
    “Good morning yourself. Move off. You’re heavy.”
    Seregil rolled onto his back and yawned. “We stink. Bath.”
    Riagil found them there as they soaked, and introduced his young kinsman, Aryn. Alec covered himself as best he could with the sponge, blushing furiously. Both Gedre smiled and obligingly turned away a bit.
    Seregil lounged at ease, uncaring as always, damn him.
    “I mean to take the coastal route to Smuggler’s Pass,” Aryn told Seregil. “That’s the fastest route to Bфkthersa, though we may encounter some early snow in the pass.”
    Seregil nodded. “Good. Give us time to dress and we’ll meet you in the courtyard.”
    “Breakfast first,” Riagil insisted. “Yhali won’t forgive me if you don’t have a proper send-off.
    My apologies, Alec í Amasa, for disturbing you.”
    Seregil held off until they were alone again, then threw a towel at Alec, laughing. “Tsk, such blushing! People will talk. Especially about that rather unfortunate mark I left there, under your left ear.”
    Scowling darkly, Alec climbed from the tub, found a small mirror among the bath supplies, and examined the purpling love bite. “I hate it when you do that!”
    “I don’t recall you-”
    “Shut up!” Alec growled, fighting back a grin of his own as he wrapped himself in a towel.
    “Well, at least we remembered to close the windows.” Seregil stood up from the tub, water streaming down his lean belly and thighs and dripping from the beginning of fresh arousal between his legs. He gave it an amused look, then glanced up at Alec. “It’s going to be a long ride to Bфkthersa.”
    Laughing, Alec threw the dripping bath sponge at his head.
    Aryn í Arisei and a small escort of Gedre horse traders joined them for the morning meal, and their hosts sent them on with a string of provision horses, letters of passage, and a packet for Adzriel.
    They set out north along the arid, rocky coastline, heading for what the Gedre and Bфkthersans called Smuggler’s Pass. There were no farms here, just scattered fishing villages, and some goatherds. To the west, the jagged peaks of the Ashek range stretched into the distance like a great row of fangs for as far as the eye could see.
    The Skalan soldiers were quiet at first, not knowing what to make of their unexpected companions, but the ’faie traders quickly won them over, practicing their Skalan on them, and acting as interpreters.
    Traneus rode with Alec and the others at the front of the little column, and even he warmed up a bit, laughing at some long story Aryn was trying to tell him in broken Skalan.
    Autumn had not yet taken hold along the coast. The trees still held their dusty leaves, and a few wildflowers still lingered on the wayside. Oxcarts laden with fruits, vegetables, cheeses, and