of such, it is time I started preparing. Forgive me.”
He dashed up the stairs, a mischievous grin on his face.
Delysia gave Harruq a kiss on the cheek.
“We’ll start getting you prepared after lunch,” she told him before following Tarlak. Haern, who had remained calm and seated throughout the whole affair, clapped. When the two brothers glanced over, he grinned at them.
“You must be insane,” he said. “Few have stared down Dieredon and lived.”
“Not many have an elf named Aurelia to bail them out,” Aurelia said, kissing Harruq. “Time to put on my dress. You all behave.”
She turned to Felewen. “Will you help me with my dress?”
“With pleasure,” Felewen said. Arm and arm, they hurried up the stairs. When they were gone, Haern stood and crossed his arms.
“Awhile ago, we made a wager,” he said. “He who killed the most thieves would take her hand in marriage.”
“If I remember correctly, I had thirty-three,” Harruq said, bumping the number up by a couple from what he honestly remembered.
“And I had thirty-seven,” Haern said. “It appears we have a problem. You would not go back against your vow, would you?”
“You are such an idiot, brother,” Qurrah said, fighting back a smile.
“Wait a minute, you can’t marry her just because you got more kills than me!”
Tarlak came back down the stairs, two different over-extravagant hats in his hands.
“More kills when?” he asked.
“On the night Aurelia and your sister were injured,” Haern explained.
“What did you two finish at?”
“Haern says he got thirty-seven, while I only have thirty-three,” Harruq said.
“Really? I finished with thirty-nine. Who do I get to marry?”
Qurrah laughed at the look on his brother’s face.
“Delysia,” Haern said, not batting an eye. “Congratulations. When will the wedding be?”
Tarlak shook his head, taking the two hats back upstairs with him. “You all have problems.”
Qurrah laughed all the harder. Haern joined him, slapping Harruq across the back.
“The elf is all yours, half-orc. My sincerest congratulations.”
Haern left to speak with Dieredon. With Brug still upstairs snoring, that left just the two brothers standing in the entranceway. The mood fell silent, but it was not an awkward silence. The two shared it as brothers do, glad with their company, and knowing much of what the other thought.
“Never thought it’d come to this, eh?” Harruq finally asked.
“Never dared hope for it,” Qurrah said. He smiled at his brother. “Your mother would be so disappointed by you, Karak rest her orcish soul.”
“Amen to that,” he laughed, the tension of the past moments melting away into joy.
16
O utside, the chairs were set up, a simple but elegant carpet unrolled between the rows, and all was ready to begin. Only Aurelia, Harruq, and Delysia remained in the tower. The others mingled, ate a bit of food, and shared their stories. Qurrah and Dieredon did their best to remain at opposite sides of the gathering at all times. Tarlak was grateful for small favors.
Harruq was the first to arrive. His armor was polished, his clothes were clean and crisp, and his cloak flapped behind him in the chill wind. He joined his brother’s side and quietly accepted the compliments on his attire. Delysia followed, gushing about how beautiful Aurelia looked.
“You remember, this was all my doing,” she told the groom, winking at him. She stood at the end of the carpet, beaming at everyone. She wore her white robes of Ashhur. Her braided hair hung down her back, shimmering with gold lace. She had a youthful beauty, and many eyes lingered on her, including Harruq’s. Then Aurelia made her debut, and his eyes were only for her.
Around the corner she came, seeming to float across the grass. Rosemary blooms encircled her hair, forming a crown. Her hair hung loose behind her back, though a few braided strands ran down the sides of her face. Earrings of cut sapphires dangled from golden chains in her ears. Her eyes sparkled, highlighted with hints of blue powder.
A new pendant hung from her neck, thin silver threads looping through its clasp. From one direction, it seemed to be of a spider, yet from the other side, the playful shape of a kitten. The twin illusion was marvelous. The pendant rested just above the swell of her breasts, which were on prominent display due to the low cut of her dress. The dress itself was simple, white, and elegant. She wore a single sash, of a sky color, and no shoes.
“How do I look?” she asked. Harruq tried to answer, but his jaw refused to budge from its half-open position. Seeing this, Aurelia lifted her arms above her head and twirled.
“Did I ever tell you how much I envied you?” Tarlak whispered to the half-orc.
“Touch her and die,” Harruq whispered back.
“Harruq, Aurelia, are you ready to begin?” Delysia asked.
“Are you?” the elf asked Harruq.
“Sure,” he said, his smile huge and contagious.
“Good.” She pecked him on the cheek. “Let’s get this over with.”
A lthough Aurelia had been in charge of the wedding, she did not wish it to be traditional elvish. The fact that a priest of Ashhur, and not Celestia, presided over it spoke much to this fact. In truth, they retained only one element of an elvish wedding, and that was the opening song.
“The union of souls should always be a beautiful thing,” Delysia said to all in attendance. The girl was gone, replaced by a proud and solemn woman. “So let this ceremony begin with a beauty to both the eye and the ear. Felewen Queneya, let us hear your song.”
The elf stood, smoothed out the soft blue-white dress she wore, and began to sing. No music accompanied her. No hands clapped along. The only instrument was her powerful voice. Its smooth melody was like the waters of the ocean, rolling from her tongue with a sound that was constant and beautiful. Three hundred years before, she had been taught that song for the funeral of her youngest sibling. Those who heard the words and understood them nodded in understanding and approval. Those who did not, such as Harruq, did not need translation. Their hearts understood.
Felewen’s song ended, followed by a respectful silence. All gathered there looked upon Delysia as she sliced through the quiet with her voice, carrying with it power and authority.
“Harruq Tun. A mixed blood, carrying the race of Celestia’s condemned, as well as the blood of her chosen. You have the potential to be everything we fear, and everything we may hope to be. Whatever path you walked before coming to us matters not. The path ahead, I tell all of you, is what matters, and to marry out of love, and to give devotion to a single soul, shows what path you have chosen. Harruq Tun, I offer you my blessing.”
She smiled and bowed to him. Harruq shifted uncomfortably, glancing more than once at Aurelia. The elf merely smiled and squeezed his hand.
“Aurelia Thyne. Many would give all their worldly possessions for such beauty as yours. Many more would sacrifice for the powerful magic you wield. Well known is the elven hatred of the orcish. Every man and woman on Dezrel walks with the taint of sin, and the failure of mortality. Few wear the proof of this upon their face, their skin, and within their bloodline. Fewer still would see the gem beneath. While all here have come to see the worth of Harruq Tun, you have come to love him as only a soul mate can. Aurelia Thyne, I offer you my blessing.”
The elf smiled as Delysia bowed to her.
“You make me sound too good to be true,” she whispered.
The priestess smiled. “Lovers, your rings.”
Harruq pulled out a small black box from his pocket, while Aurelia levitated a similar box from atop a nearby
