“If the legion is in Sylania, part of the materials can be shipped up the Oya River,” Meredith said. “Perhaps the majority that comes from KBC. That means using the Losville locks, which means we can probably get Duke Ruta on board for the legion if not the docks.”

“Got to go,” Megan said, nodding. “Gentlemen, could I steal my fiancé for just a moment?”

“Certainly, madame,” General Galbreath replied with a bow.

Megan, silently trailed by Meredith, led Herzer just outside the ring of aides and then put her arm around his waist.

“Hold me for just a second, will you?” she asked, leaning into his bulk.

“Always and anywhere, darling,” Herzer breathed, looking down at her blonde hair. The hairdo was beginning to wilt a bit in the heat but she still was, he thought, the most beautiful woman in the room.

“I have two spaces left on my dance card,” she said, leaning back and holding it up. “Put your name on them.”

“I hate to dance,” Herzer muttered, looking at the card. “And the last dance is free for me as well?”

“I’m not going to be here for the last dance,” Megan said tightly. “I’ve got a late meeting with Duke Dehnavi. Very respectable. Public. Etc. But… well, I have to go to it without a male companion. I’ll explain why later.”

“That’s fine,” Herzer said, flexing his jaw again.

“No, it’s not.” Megan looked up at him and shook her head. “Don’t lie to me. I’ll explain why later but I just…”

“I love you and it’s okay,” Herzer said. “I just hate being away from you. I want to be joined to you at the hip. Simple as that.”

“Then come out on the floor,” Megan said with a smile. “Instead of hiding in the corner.”

“If you want me to, I will,” Herzer said, frowning. “But you know I’m no good at…”