Thalgor's Witch(118)By: Nancy Holland
“What of Felyn’s curse?” he asked somberly.
“We wait. It will not show itself until she is grown.”
“The curse cannot be removed?”
She shrugged. “I doubt even the Wise Witches can do that.”
They were both silent for a while. Finally Erwyn said, “Rygar takes Tya as his wife tomorrow. We will need a new girl to help with the work of the tent.”
“You have one in mind, of course.”
“Gurdek’s youngest. He coddles her.”
“He would.” Thalgor sighed again.
“What bothers you? Did Felyn disturb your wound?”
“I scarcely know it’s there, her magic works so well. No, I was thinking how to ask…”
Absently he reached over and took her hand in his.
Puzzled, she waited. What could he need to ask of her now? He knew he was not yet well enough to take her to their bed, as much as they both yearned for it.
He cleared his throat. “With two witches, even if one is a girl, it would not be so inconvenient to have you with child.”
She gave him a look. “Not so inconvenient?”
“Let me start again.” He took both her hands in his. “I love you and want you to have my child. Perhaps more than one.” He paused and added with unaccustomed meekness, “If you still wish to have my child.”
A thrill of more joy than she could have imagined filled her heart. Tears stung her eyes.
“I wish nothing more.”
Mindful of his healing wound, she took his face in her hands and kissed him. The kiss of a woman who loves with all her heart and is loved as fully in return.
Somewhere, she knew, the Witch King watched them–and smiled.