In the wild applause drowning out his words, Lenardo fastened the gold fillet he had found in the treasure chest across Julia's brow. She reached up to touch it in disbelief, all thought suspended as the cheering died down and Lenardo finished triumphantly, "-hereafter to be known as Julia, daughter of Lenardo."
Turning Julia to face him, he knelt, feeling her restrain her longing to throw her arms about him, merely letting him kiss her formally on either cheek. Her warmth came instead in a joyous rush into his mind. //You do want me! You do love m'e!//
//Yes, child, and now I am your father.//
After that, the wedding was almost an anticlimax, although not, of course, for the principals. Josa was so happy, she looked positively beautiful, but Lenardo Read that Arkus, proudly paying the bride-price to Josa's father, who had come in Aradia's train for the occasion, had long since looked beyond Josa's exterior to the spirit beneath. If he could not Read them, he might have thought the quiet, steadfast young woman and the boisterous soldier an unlikely match.
The couple pledged to live, work, and rear children together, with their families as witness to the pledge. As Arkus had no family, Lenardo witnessed for him. Then, his official duties over, he joined his guests.
Tomorrow morning Lilith would leave, as would most of the people who had piled into the city for the festival. Wulfston and Aradia planned to stay a few extra days, and after that Wulfston wanted Lenardo to come with him, "just for a couple of weeks, so I can start mining before bad weather sets in."
"I understand," said Lenardo, "but there's still so much to do here. Julia is a tremendous help, but-"
"You said Julia can locate metal, didn't you?" Aradia asked.
"Yes, she's good at that-one of the first skills she learned."
"Well, that's all Wulfston needs. Why don't you lend him your daughter?"
"Aradia-" Wulfston protested, but she went right on.
"You do trust Wulfston with Julia, don't you?"
"Of course I do. The worst he could do is spoil her to death. Actually, she could locate your iron ore as well as I could, Wulfston, but she's had so little training-"
"I understand," said Wulfston. "You don't want to go away from Julia, or send her away, either one-and I can't blame you."
"However," said Aradia, "you have made Wulfston a promise, Lenardo. If Julia can do the job and cannot do your work here in Zendi-"
"I'll talk to her," said Lenardo. "You must remember that she's only eight years old."
Julia immediately hated the idea, but she did not say so. He could feel her trying to Read what he wanted her to say, and he kept his own thoughts neutral.
"It would be only for two weeks," he said, "and you like Lord Wulfston. I must tell you, Julia, that with only two Readers, the time will quickly come when we must divide our skills."
"We already do," she replied, "but I know you're here in the city. I can't Read even from here to Northgate. If I go into another land-"
"I can Read that far, Julia. We'll set a time, every day, when I will contact you. You can't miss your lessons for two weeks, you know, whether you go or I do."
"You mean you'll go if I don't? Then what difference does it make?" She remained silent for a moment and then added, "One day I shall rule a land of my own. I must think of what is best for our people. I shall go and repay your debt to Lord Wulfston." The grand lady disappeared, and the little girl was back. "Besides, he holds me on his lap, and he told me if I ever visit his land, he'll take me to the sea. Have you ever seen the sea, Father?"
"Yes, I have. I know you'll have a good time, Julia, and I know you will Read accurately for Lord Wulfston. I'm proud of you." He let the warmth of his feelings flow to her, and she responded in kind from across the room.
Still, it was hard for Lenardo to watch Julia ride away with Wulfston a few days later.
Aradia had not yet set her departure date and made no mention of one now. The white pavilion stood alone in the forum.
"Poor Julia," Lenardo said to her as they walked back to his house. "When I adopted her, I didn't realize she would immediately inherit my debts."
"You did find yourself an heir rather quickly."
"Afy heir, perhaps," he said as they entered his room, ' 'but I did not name her heir to my lands because I cannot know how good a Reader she will become-and I'm not altogether certain a Reader ought to try to hold power this way."
"But you are doing beautifully," Aradia protested. "Look at all you have done for your people in a single summer."
"In a totally artificial situation. Suppose you had given me land with different Lords Adept as neighbors? How long before they discovered that I am no Adept and that the most fearsome thing any of my people can do is start a few fires? How long do you think I would hold such lands?"
"If your Adept opponent has no Reader, he becomes a bear on a tether. You tell your minor Adepts where he is, and he goes up in flames, or his heart is stopped-and his lands are yours for the taking. Besides, you have powerful allies. No one would dare attack the alliance that defeated Drakonius. In fact, I have already received tentative overtures from two other lords to join our alliance."
"That's wonderful, Aradia. You may yet achieve peace through all the lands of the Adepts."
"It's not that simple. Remember Hron. He was my ally only until he thought Drakonius could defeat me."
"Unfortunately, nature does not always bestow the gifts of great power on those with great strength of will."
"You are thinking of Galen as well as Hron," said Aradia. "Such people must be guided. Lenardo, my father always said that the greatest strength lay with those who; were right. Conversely, right lies with the strongest, and even the strength of a Drakonius is powerless against it. I 'have a plan that will bring peace and prevent defections such as Hron's."
"The empire of Adepts you mentioned earlier?" "Yes. Wulfston is right that a government must have one head, but he is wrong that the solution is many governments. Moreover, our alliance is not binding on our heirs. Wulfston and I do not even have heirs, while you and Lilith are each training a child whose potential is yet unknown."
"I didn't know Lilith had an apprentice." "Her son. He is eleven and probably the reason Lilith's power is not equal to mine. She chose to have a child young, while her powers were still growing. There is a theory that a woman may thus regain most of her ability once her child is born. It seems to have worked for her, but of course no one will ever know what strength she might have had."
"And is her son an Adept?"
"Of course. He will be a Lord Adept, but it will be ten years yet before we can begin to predict his mature powers." Aradia rose abruptly and went to the window, looking out into the courtyard. With her back to Lenardo, she said, "I must think about an heir myself… and soon. Despite the danger to a woman, I want my own child, Lenardo."
Even her emotions were beyond Reading. Every defense was up. Before Lenardo could say anything, she continued.
"My parents wanted their own child as heir. They risked their powers for me. My father recovered… but my mother-"
Lenardo knew the story. Aradia's mother had blamed the child for her diminished powers. "It doesn't have to be that way," he said quickly.
"But it might be! I hardly remember my mother, but because of her I would not dare emulate Lilith. If I ever decide to have a child, I want the father of that child with me to raise and protect and train it if I cannot. As my father was there for me."
"Surely any man worth considering would want-" She turned, her eyes flashing. "You think it is that easy? A fully empowered lord who would not simply take the child for himself and cast me aside if my powers were permanently damaged?" "There is Wulfston-" "Wulfston is my brother."