“One must keep up appearances,” he said, returning the garment to the sack. “I take it you don’t like the gown.”
“Good guess.”
“Let’s see, what else would suit you? Have you ever considered a blue velvet gown, perhaps cut down to about here? No? Then at the very least, a blue shirt. Deep blue silk, with just a sprinkling of gold jewelry. Perhaps a cape of matching velvet. Yes!” Danilo exclaimed. “As it happens, I know this marvelous little shop, right on the way, that—”
Arilyn reached over and smacked the flanks of Danilo’s stallion. The horse let out an offended whinny and took off down the road, and the rest of Danilo’s words drifted into the wind.
Arilyn looked down at her father. Slowly she extended her hands, palms up, in the elven gesture of respect. Tears held unshed for many long years glistened in the Harper’s eyes as he returned the salute. His daughter gave a sharp shake to the mare’s reins and sped off after Danilo Thann.
“One mystery remains, Danilo,” Arilyn noted as they rode together through the streets of the city. “Where did you put the elfgate?”
Danilo gave her a solemn look. “I moved it to the safest place I could imagine.”
“Well?”
“Blackstaff Tower.”
“What?”
Mischief broke over Danilo’s face like a sunrise. “Can you think of a safer place? Or a man more inclined to keep secrets?”
“No, but—”
“There’s more,” Danilo said. “I put the elfgate in Laeral’s chambers. Since the good lady mage spends much time in Evermeet, I thought I might make it more convenient for her to stop by and visit Uncle Khelben more frequently. Do you think that might improve his disposition?”
Arilyn’s laughter rang out. “It might. There is one problem, though. When the elfgate was in Evereska, I always felt drawn to the temple of Hannali Celanil. Does this mean I’ll feel compelled to visit Khelben Arunsun?”
After sharing a chuckle with Arilyn over the picture she’d painted, Danilo sobered. “Actually, the location is appropriate. The elfgate created many imbalances. Moving it to Blackstaff Tower might help remove the wedge its creation placed between Evermeet and the Harpers.”
“You’re already talking like a Harper,” Arilyn teased him. “Do you also plan to give up your frivolous ways?”
Instead of answering, Danilo removed the Harper emblem from his silken tunic. He folded back his cape and securely fastened the silver pin to the lining. The smile he turned on Arilyn was the lazy, vacant smirk of Waterdeep’s celebrated fashion plate and most notoriously inept mage.
“Me, a Harper?” Danilo laughed. “My dear giri, that jest would inspire much mirth in some circles.”
Arilyn smiled faintly. “So that’s the way things will be.”
“I think it’s best,” he said lightly. “What about you?”
“When I began my training, Kymil Nimesin told me that the moonblade set me apart. I’ve always felt that I had to stand alone, that I was a shadow to the sword’s power. But the moonblade is mine, and things must change.”
Arilyn drew the sword and pointed to the line of runes. “There are nine runes now; this new one is mine.” She paused and chose her words carefully. “It is not so much a power, but the removal of certain restrictions.” She turned the moonblade and offered it to Danilo, hilt first.
His gray eyes filled with understanding. Arilyn was offering him far more than her sword. Deeply moved, he accepted the symbol of her friendship and cradled it in his burned hands. “A rare and precious thing,” he murmured, looking not at the moonblade but at the half-elf’s face. “You honor me by sharing it.”
Their gaze clung for a long moment, then Arilyn’s eyes slid away. Her uncertain expression tugged at Danilo’s heart. To lighten the moment, he assumed a cocky grin and returned the magic sword to its master. “Things of value should always be shared. Your beauty, for instance.” He drew the translucent gown from his bag with a flourish. “Now, about this gown …”
Arilyn’s smile brightened her face. “Don’t push it.”