“All right,” I told the Necromancer. “Let’s go, then.”
“Now? You don’t wish to wait for Sethra and Aliera?”
“Please give them my farewell.”
“You sure, Boss? Right now?”
“I don’t want to be here anymore.”
The Necromancer stood up. I said, “Can you put me right in front of their door?”
“Easily,” she said.
“Good, then.”
“What are you going to have?”
“I don’t know, but it will start and end with klava.”
Morrolan cleared his throat, tried to speak, then exhaled loudly and lay back.
“I’m sorry,” I told him.
He looked at me, eyebrows raised.
I shook my head. The Necromancer put her hand on my shoulder, I put my hand on Lady Teldra. Loiosh and Rocza took their positions, and Dzur Mountain was gone, and I was outdoors, facing the familiar sight of Valabar’s, which, of all things, hadn’t changed a bit. I smelled onions and garlic and broiling kethna. There were no assassins waiting to kill me, at least yet.
I removed my amulets from their box and put them back on, just out of reflex, and stepped inside.