modest place.'
She said, 'There's Earl.'
He came towards them, touching their hands, the gesture of farewell.
Eloise said, quickly, 'You're leaving, Earl. Let us come with you. To the next world at least.'
'No.'
'Me, then. Please!'
'To be left among strangers?' Dumarest glanced at the minstrel. 'Here you have a friend.'
'Earl!'
'Goodbye, Eloise.'
Arbush took her arm as Dumarest walked to where the ships were waiting, turning her away, leading her towards the edge of the field.
'It's over,' he said gently. 'Earl has gone to find his dream. You can't go with him. No one can. It is something he must do alone.'
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