They went out together, through the castle, past the Dragon King’s Great Hall, and out onto the garden steps. “See how brightly the sun shines,” said Alinea, “and how fragrant the flowers.”

They walked down the steps and into the garden amidst the fragrant offerings of roses of all kinds. The spring flowers were gone, but the blooms of summer were just opening and everywhere one looked the eye was filled with color.

“Ah! It is peace itself to be here,” sighed Durwin. He turned to regard his companion. The years had been kind to her. Her hair was long-braided, gathered, and bound in a snood. There was much silver now among the auburn tresses, and lines had formed around her eyes and lovely lips. But her eyes were still as green as forest pools, and her voice held the timbre of laughing water.

Yes, thought Durwin, the years have been good to us all. I would not trade them for any others. The God Most High is good; he has poured out a blessing on the land. We have much to be thankful for.

“What are you thinking, my friend?” Alinea asked softly. “That these have been happy years, my Queen, and full. I am content.” He paused, and his voice struck a faraway note. “Though I lay down to die tomorrow, I would have no regrets. None at all.”

“And I might say the same,” replied Alinea. “But come, let us not speak further of dying. That will take care of itself.”

“So it is! Aye, so it is.” Durwin nodded slowly. Brightening he said, “Then tell me, what news have you? I heard that a messenger arrived early this morning. He brought good tidings?”

“Yes! Yes, I was going to tell you. He brought word from Hinsenby-”

“Hinsenby? From Theido?”

“From Lady Esme. She is on her way here even now. She will arrive before dusk this evening. The day is good for traveling.”

“Ah, Lady Esme. Her I have not seen for many years, it seems.”

“She has been missed within these walls. And, sad to tell, no one felt her absence as keenly as Lady Esme herself.”