‘I didn’t recognize you,’ he said eventually. His voice was hoarse. ‘I’d thought you gone – lost for ever.’
The woman smiled archly and put her arm through his. Leading him back to the road she said, ‘Since things have… changed… I’m not the woman I was, without a doubt, but I’m no slight thing to be lost so easily. And as age is setting in now – for both of us – I’m even less inclined to dither about what I want than I was before.’ She tightened her grip on his arm. ‘You’ll be needing a companion in your wanderings, won’t you?’
And companions they became. They both laughed a lot.
Gavor ever the hedonist, was immensely amused and for a long time could only soar high into the blue sky and chuckle darkly, ‘Dear boy, dear boy.’
After a while, their journeyings brought them back to Anderras Darion where they married. In the Fyordyn tradition, the ceremony was held in the ninth hour.