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On they went, quietly to the north

From far away, Belli&039;mar Juraviel watched the procession, the last journey of his dear friend, then turned for hoh not so far away - Marcalo De&039;Unnero watched, too His physical wounds were nearly healed by the power of hishe, but his emotional scars ran deeper The monk - former monk, it would sees as he watched the outpouring for Nightbird, as he secretly listened to the conversations of far in hopeful tere within the Abellican Church

De&039;Unnero could hardly believe the turn of events, but he had too many problems of his own to sit and ponder theht be, had not seen it in weeks, and believed that it had soed with his soul For noas h he could often willfully shift fro in between, there were other tie to fall into the forer overwhelh Inninness later that suhtbird had fallen Though the war had ended favorably, though Juraviel had returned to the and healthy, the loss of Nightbird and Ni&039;estiel weighed heavily on the small and intiht spot seemed to be the child, so full of smiles

Juraviel and Lady Dasslerond went to the babe soon after Juraviel&039;s re-turn, standing over it as it lay on the shining green grass, the Lady bending low to stroke his soft cheek

"He will grow strong and special," Dasslerond rereatness beyond that of his father and his mother"

"She lives," Juraviel replied

Dasslerond turned a firm stare on the elf Of course she already knew about Pony, and knew, too, that Juraviel had only ed with its mother Lady Dasslerond would hear none of that, her stare ree, the child of Nightbird and not of Elbryan, the child of Andur&039;Blough Inninness, and to the elven lady, the issue was settled

"I aided theave a little laugh "Do you believe that I did not know you would do asher companion at ease "You chose well on this matter"

"What of Jilseponie?" Juraviel asked "She knowsbi&039;nelle dasada We cannot take that from her"

Lady Dasslerond didn&039;t seehtbird," she replied "The woht her"

Juraviel hoped the lady was right, for he knew that Dasslerond would be watching the huin to teach the sword dance, to King&039;s soldiers or to monks, she would be taken prisoner by the Touel&039;alfar

If she was lucky, and if Dasslerond was feeling particularly cole from below turned their attention to the babe His crooked little grin rese Elbryan when he had first coh Inninness, but the child showed the saht blue sparkles in his eyes as his mother

Except when the elves left him alone, for then came a hint of a red fire behind those blue orbs, a trait inherited not from his mother nor his father, but planted within the child, within Pony&039;s wo her first battle with Dalebert Markwart, the corporeal vessel of Bestesbulzibar