Both Raisse and Moyri are so pregnant that the adventure has to come to their door…
Follows right on from Raisse’s last entry in the previous story arc.
That evening I returned to the hospital to read to the children and see about Mernath. I’ll be leaving him in the capable hands of Leva, Maile and Khora. And left word that he was welcome to join us at the palace when he was recovered.
The next morning started three weeks of discomfort hobbling along in a cart while I was too bloated to find much respite in any position. Our welcome home quite made up for it, though.
I would have been happy to just be back, but every one who was anyone was waiting outside the gate, except for Moyri and Moryn. Even the Elephants were part of our parade. Ayneth came up and hugged, then rode with me in the cart and Vurian rode up front with Athal. I just waved and talked to Ayneth as we went to the palace where Moyri was waiting, looking radiant and even more bloated then me, but also fragile. Apparently she’s having twins.
In the baths we had a chance to talk more and she cried when I asked about her father. Obviously he wasn’t doing well. I told her and Ayneth about Khora, though not about Asa. About the pardon for Uznur’s uncle. And of course we showed off our children. All this flowed into a dinner where all the necessary news was exchanged before we retired. Moyri invited us and those close to dinner the next night.
The next day we were mostly left alone. I talked to Halla and she thinks we will about break even on the whole trip. Of course that’s not taking into account all the people that died. And also not a chest full of gold discovered among our luggage. I would say that besides Anshen and Timoine, Mizran also blessed this undertaking. Halla will stay and keep taking care of our finances for us. The war on the Khas to the west with Reshan seems to be going well. Though it is a grim affair. Though I hope it will not turn out as grim as what happened with Moryn.
Almost all our friends were there. Moryn looked very dejected. He was afraid that Athal would punish him and I can see why. According to the law he should have been, but it was clear that there was nothing to be gained by doing so. Moryn was punishing himself more than we ever could. That night Moyri convinced him to go back to Turenay and make a new start. That’s probably for the best.
I can’t help but shudder when I think how lives are broken by the Nameless One, even when one leaves him. Both Moryn and Mernath are very decent people.