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  • Twilight's Dawn(Black Jewels,Book 9)(52) by Anne Bishop
  • Maybe the storyteller could have an apprentice after all before he returned to the Darkness.

    Saetan called in a thick sheaf of papers, carefully bound. He handed it to Lucivar. “Eyriens don’t have a lot of use for books, but I had all of Andulvar’s stories transcribed. I made two copies. One copy and the audio crystals will remain here in the Keep’s library, available to scholars and our family. The copy you’re holding is a gift from your uncle, and you may do with it as you please.”

    “Thank you.” His throat was so tight it was hard to swallow. “I’ve let some things slide for the past couple of years. There were reasons for it, but now that needs to change.”

    “Yes, it does. And there will be some who won’t like that change.”

    Lucivar put a shield around the bound pages to keep them protected, then vanished them. “I’d better go. I promised Jaenelle I would tuck in Surreal and Rainier tonight, since they’ll both be resuming their training tomorrow.”

    “You’re going to put a weapon in Surreal’s hands?” Saetan looked mildly alarmed. “Are you going to shield your balls?”

    He laughed. “Damn right, I am.”

    He headed for the library’s door. Saetan stayed at the table.


    He looked back.

    “The next time someone tries to manipulate your heart by saying you don’t know Eyrien tradition, you remind that person that you follow Eyrien traditions that are far older than anything he could possibly know. Because, my darling, that is true. Andulvar was proud of you, as a man and as an Eyrien warrior. Does anyone else’s opinion really matter?”

    Glancing up from the solitary card game he’d been playing, Rainier saw one of the younger Eyrien Warlords standing in The Tavern’s doorway, scanning the room.

    Endar. Had a wife and two children—and lived with them, which, he’d gathered, was atypical in Eyrien society.

    Despite what Lucivar sometimes said about his little beast, Rainier couldn’t imagine Yaslana living apart from his family, coming to the family eyrie for only an hour to see his children or have sex with his wife. Couldn’t imagine Yaslana tolerating that separation.

    As Endar approached his table, he saw Merry start to veer from the table she’d been heading toward.

    *It’s all right,* Rainier told her. *I’d like to know why he’s come.*

    She turned again so smoothly, he doubted anyone else would have realized anything had happened.

    “Prince Rainier,” Endar said when he reached the table.

    “Lord Endar.”

    Endar pointed at another chair. “May I?”

    “Please do.”

    An awkward silence. Then Merry appeared and said, “I know what Prince Rainier is allowed to drink. What would you like?”

    Hasn’t been in The Tavern before, Rainier thought as he watched Endar stumble over a simple request for ale.

    “I guess your training is done now,” Endar said.

    Rainier shook his head. “We report to Prince Yaslana tomorrow morning to resume training.”

    “I mean no disrespect, but what can you do right now?”

    “I think my part of the training tomorrow consists of standing, walking a few steps, and bending my knee a few times to help stretch the muscles Lady Angelline is rebuilding. Yaslana’s part of the training is pounding on me if I do anything stupid.”

    “He wouldn’t hurt an injured man,” Endar protested.

    Yes, he would. “I’d rather feel Lucivar’s fist than my Healer’s fury.”

    “Ah.” Endar took a couple of swallows of ale, then set the mug aside and called in four books. He looked embarrassed. Almost ashamed. “Since you need to rest that leg so much while it’s healing, I thought you might find these useful.”

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