Her throat tight, Sardelle returned the gesture. Even if nobody else in that fort understood, he did.
Is that enough?
Sardelle wiped her eyes. It has to be.
Epilogue
There were either no fish, or his bait wasn’t fooling them. Or he was too drunk to realize they had snickeringly made off with the bait an hour ago. He pondered whether fish snickered. And then he pondered whether he had the strength to get up from the chair, go inside the cabin, and make something to eat. It sounded like a lot of work. Much easier to lean back on the deck and enjoy the winter sun—if one could even call this weather “winter” in comparison to what the Ice Blades experienced. There wasn’t any ice on the lake, and it felt more like autumn with the sun warming his skin.
On the other side of the water, a rooster crowed. There were only two other houses on the lake, part of the reason Ridge had bought it, but he wasn’t sure he was enjoying the solitude at the moment. Given his mood, it might have been better to stay on base, to wait in the company of others for his squadron to return from their latest mission. But he hadn’t given Sardelle his address there. He doubted she wanted anything to do with the military again.
Ridge picked at a sliver on the chair and wondered if he was being a fool. Did he truly expect her to show up? Was he even sure he wanted her to? After seeing… all that he had seen?
“You’re sitting here, aren’t you?” he mumbled.
What reason did she have to come though, now that she had her sword—her big glowing sorcerer-slaying sword? She didn’t need any more favors from him.
“Drinking again?” came a soft voice from behind him.
Ridge nearly fell out of his chair. He did knock his fishing pole in the water as he jumped up and spun around, his mouth hanging open.
Sardelle stood at the head of the dock, wearing an elegant forest-green dress that hugged her slim waist and accented her curves far more nicely than the prison garb had. Her black hair hung lush and thick about her shoulders, and framed her face, including the spattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Somehow Ridge had never pictured sorceresses with freckles. He was glad for them though. They made her seem more… human. That and her archly raised eyebrow as she regarded his bottle.
“It’s only the second time in a month,” he said.
“Ah. I hope it’s not because of… bad news again?” Her eyebrow lowered, and her expression grew earnest. Concerned. Maybe she thought he had gotten in trouble because of her.
“Nope. I was allowed to return to my squadron, and I got an award for my—” Ridge rolled his eyes as he quoted the rest, “—cunning, bravery, and initiative.” Some idiot had threatened to promote him as well, but Ridge had squashed that snowball before it could roll downhill and turn into an avalanche. Generals didn’t fly; generals commanded brigades—sometimes forts. He had no interest in enduring that again for a long time, if ever.
“Oh, I see,” Sardelle said. “And that’s why you’re sitting out here and drinking, as if you’ve lost your oldest friend.”
“The king and general of the armies were so happy to get that pile of crystals that they just had to award someone. With General Nax gone, I guess I got it by default. I’m not a believer in awards that are given without being earned. I didn’t do a single intelligent thing while I was out there, and in the end I didn’t do much more than blow up an owl. Someone else was paramount in defeating the Cofah.” Ridge gave her a pointed look. It had all been in her hands all along.
“All I did was defeat their shaman. You blew up their airship. And that owl was big.” Sardelle tilted her head. “When you say General Nax is gone, do you mean… ?”
“A little band of those Cofah sneaked up to the wall and got to him. I actually missed him when I got back down. There was no senior officer to foist all of the cleanup on.”
“Regrettable,” Sardelle murmured.
Ridge wondered if she would have kept flying away in that balloon if she had known the general had already been dead at that point. Probably. From what he had heard later, his own people had been shooting at her, right along with the other sorcerer.
“Sardelle, I… ” Ridge stuffed his hands into his pockets and studied the dock boards at her feet. “I can’t imagine it means much, but I want to apologize for the way you were treated there. I’d like to say things would have been different if you had told me the truth from the beginning, but… ” He shrugged.
“I was afraid that if I did… Among other things, would you have spent the night with me in that cave if you had known?”
“Seven gods, no. I would have been afraid you would melt my dragon if I didn’t please you adequately.”
Sardelle snorted softly. “Just so we’re clear, you’re talking about… the little wooden figurine, right?”
Because a woman would find a man who called something else a dragon silly. Right, he knew that. “Of course.”
“And the night in the library?” she asked.
“Oh, I was drunk enough then, that I might have risked your ire.”
“I see.”
Sardelle padded down the dock, soft green shoes that matched the dress whispering across the boards. He wondered when she had gone shopping—or how. Did she have money? Or had she simply snapped her fingers and willed the dress into existence? He swallowed as she drew nearer. He wasn’t afraid of her, but at the same time… he couldn’t pretend nothing had changed. She looked the same, but… it was hard not to see that aura that had enveloped her when she had held her sword aloft.
He glanced toward the yard and the cabin. “You didn’t bring your shiny sword?”
Sardelle stopped a couple of paces away, her head tilting. “I didn’t think I would need it here.”
“No… it’s generally safe, though the mosquitoes can be a powerful threat in the summer. Still, it doesn’t seem like something you should leave lying around for anyone to find. Or for a mountain to fall on top of.”
“I rode a horse here.” She waved to the trees by the road. “Jaxi—my sword—and a pack are on it, but I wasn’t sure if I should… presume to drop my things on your porch. I wasn’t even sure this would be your porch. That address… at first, I thought it was some research facility the general had meant to ship my sword to.”
“No,” Ridge whispered, distracted by the thought that she wanted to drop her things on his porch.
“Then by the time I got that balloon over the mountains and down to civilization, and figured out what city that address was in, I was a little concerned I might find you here with… someone else.”
“Who else would there be?”
“I don’t know. Given how quickly the general’s daughter—I presume she’s still alive?—grew infatuated with you, I gather you don’t have much trouble finding female company.”
“Oh.” Ridge decided not to mention that he had ridden home with Vespa, who had tried to convince him to console her physically over the loss of her father. “She was actually infatuated before she came, I gathered later, and more by my reputation than by actually knowing me. Once women get to know me, they often flee the other way.” Not exactly true. The incompatibility issues didn’t usually arise until they tried living together, and he was off for months at a time, trying to get himself killed—their words, not his—and leaving them alone at home to worry.
“Ridge, are you lying to me?”
“Maybe a little. I thought it was my turn.” He smiled and crossed the last few feet between them, sensing that she wanted that from him, and took her hands. “If you can tolerate my mendacious ways, maybe you could stay a while, see if you find the knowing more appealing than others have.”
She leaned against his chest, their hands still clasped. “I’d like that.”
“Good,” he whispered, locking eyes with her. His heart was beating as fast as a propeller. He felt like a teenager filled with that mix of exhilaration and terror as he mustered the courage to kiss her. But as soon as their lips touched, there
was a sense of the familiar… and the right.
THE END
Afterword
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Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Title Page
Foreword
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue
Afterword
Lindsay Buroker, Balanced on the Blade's Edge
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