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Updated: September 28, 2025
There was a pause, and Esmay turned again to look upon the shining river. "He might have saved his life and lost it," she whispered to herself. "I am glad for him. And for myself for now he knows."
"The time may come when I can no longer remain in safety at Arcadia House. When it does I will let you know by displaying a white signal in the western window of the cupola. Then you will come?" "I will come," he answered, albeit a little slowly and heavily as one who seeks to find himself. Esmay opened the door and looked out. It was almost dark, and after listening a moment she seemed satisfied.
Hand-in-hand they gained the street and ran in the direction of the Citadel Square, heedless of the rain that was now beginning to fall. Several blocks away they paused, exhausted, compelled to seek shelter in a doorway from the fury of the storm. Some one was already there a man. He turned as they entered, and Esmay saw that it was Ulick.
Esmay had accompanied him, and they had been all day in the saddle and were weary. Nevertheless, they were satisfied, for the lost cattle had been recovered, and in the morning the herdsmen would be sent over to drive them home. They had shared a frugal supper of bread and cheese and dried grapes, and now they were waiting until the horses should have cropped their fill.
Yet, when it was finished, Esmay had put forth her hand and drawn the rough, tear-stained face close to her own. "You could not know, dear," she said, quietly, "and it was all for love of me." It was not until the end of another week, a sunny day, when she had ventured out for the first time, that Esmay found courage to ask the question that had risen so often to her lips.
Again the detaining grasp; he bent down to strike and looked into Ulick's eyes. Obedient to the unspoken request, he knelt down and tried to move his friend into a more comfortable position. The crushed chest sank horribly under his hands, and he was obliged to give over. "Close to me," whispered Ulick, and Constans bent his head to listen. "It is of Esmay," he said.
The hurricane, shifting back to the northwest, was at its wildest, and the air was full of ashes and incandescent sparks. As Constans and Esmay emerged from the shelter of the house, it seemed as though the universe itself was on fire. Could they ever hope to reach the river? His heart sank as he looked at that fiery rain through which they must pass. He turned to Esmay.
An infinity of little sips or one deep draught, what does it matter? The vessel is empty in either case. Yet, as time went on, I grew to endure existence; afterwards, when my Esmay was born, I valued it again for her sake. Moreover, she was his daughter as well as mine, and so I came finally to endure and even to welcome the touch of my master's hand.
Esmay uttered a cry, and even Nanna shrank back. Prosper smiled. "Who can abide the displeasure of the Shining One? Who can stand before the flame of his wrath? A mighty and a terrible god, yet he would have left his servant to starve before his altar you have seen that for yourselves.
Constans tried to command his voice, but he could not speak, and Quinton Edge turned to Esmay: "We have both of us omitted to remember where courtesy is first due. Madam, I should have informed myself of your pleasure in this matter." "No, oh no!" she stammered. The Doomsman laughed.
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