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  Cadayle closed her eyes and took a deep and steadying breath. Like Bransen, she wasn't surprised by the news, for all in the kingdom who knew well the old Bear of Honce knew that he wouldn't long survive after the death of his wife, Queen Gwydre.

  "What now?" young Dynard asked.

  "It is good that they had a child," said Cadayle. "Prydae will be king. He is a good man, I think," she added hopefully.

  "You have not seen him in eleven years," Bransen reminded. "Not since the Abellican Centennial."

  "He is near to your age," Cadayle replied. "You knew him best of all. Do you think me wrong?"

  Bransen shrugged.

  "He's got his father's size, to be sure," said Callen.

  "Aye, but has he his mother's good heart?" old Dawson added, and that was the rub, after all. For more than three decades, the land of Honce-the-Bear had known peace and prosperity. For one brief shining moment, all the people of the land had mattered, not the king and queen. And no lairds, not Dame Cadayle of Pryd nor Laird Cormack and Dame Milkeila of Vanguard nor any of the many lairds of Entel in the east nor any of the many lairds of the lesser holdings, had hoarded their treasures while the peasants had suffered. For that was not the way of King Bannagran and Queen Gwydre's Honce, and only once in all the years had an upstart laird in Palmaristown defied them.

  And even there, in the city that had once blamed Dame Gwydre for the murderous attacks of powries, the garrison and peasants of Palmaristown had refused to fight for the treasonous laird when Queen Gwydre and her fleet had arrived.

  But that was all a different age now as the reign of Gwydre and Bannagran had come to an end.

  "Prydae will be his mother's fine son," Bransen said, nodding his head. "Or I will become my father's son and put to use my grandmother's shining sword."

  "Don't talk like that, boy!" Callen scolded, but Cadayle hushed her.

  "No, do," the Dame of Pryd told her child. "If the world is ever in need of you, then answer that call."

  Bransen, son of the Highwayman, nodded, and though he believed his prediction about the reign of King Prydae, so, too, did he believe his claim about his own determination, for he was his father's son, and his mother's, and he would fight if ever the need arose.

  As long as the price was worth the gain. At St. Mere Abelle, Father Abbot Reandu, the leader of the Church of Blessed Abelle, received the news of Bannagran's passing with great sadness.

  He had known the king longer than any man alive and had witnessed the great growth of the Laird of Pryd in the months leading up to his ascension to the unified throne.

  Honce-the-Bear would not easily recover from the loss of Queen Gwydre and King Bannagran, so close together, and his own role in assuring that the light of their reign did not darken in the coming days would not be a minor one.

  Reandu had been in Ursal when Queen Gwydre had died, passing peacefully among loved ones and dear friends, including Laird Cormack and Dame Milkeila, who had sailed all the way from Vanguard upon hearing of her illness.

  Reandu stared out his window, in the same office that had belonged to Father Premujon and Father Artolivan before him, and let the tapestry of his life play out before him. He thought of Cadayle and of Bransen, the Highwayman-the little Stork-a damaged child living in a hole and carrying chamber pots, who had so unexpectedly come into Reandu's life and had so unbelievably come to play the most important of roles in the great struggle of his day.

  A moment of regret brought a wince to the Father Abbot, but it passed quickly. They had done great things. They had made the world a better place, and, in the end, it could not be denied, in cottages across the length and breadth of Honce-the-Bear, that the price had been worth the gain.

  "And so our work goes on," Reandu said.

  "It ever will, father," Master Pinower said behind him. "It ever will."

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