The Reformer

Emerald's ear.' Another snort of laughter. 'Maybe he's a god in disguise, as the old stories tell of-and this was like the War of the Thousand Ships.'

His daughter's grin grew wider, and she ducked her head towards her saddlebow. In that case, Father dear, I suspect you're going to be grandfather to a demigod. It was better to laugh than cry.

She looked out to sea. And she suspected her father was right; sooner rather than later, they would be hearing from Adrian again.

Helga Demansk decided she was rather looking forward to that.