"No," confessed Shurleen, "for his daughter's dresser. His daughter had already been ransomed home before I was traded to the other tribe."
The messenger continued reading: "Lord Bleth also wishes to assure Miss Laduce that he will he providing her with a most favorable recommendation when she seeks employment elsewhere."
"So you're not an heiress?" Curtis asked.
"No," Shurleen replied, with a quiver in her voice, "just an heiress's dresser."
Shurleen looked at the young beachcomber with tears in her eyes. Before this trip, her sole desire was to marry money, she only hoped that he did not share the same ambitions.
"Well, it doesn't matter to me that you're not an heiress," Curtis replied. "I still want you to be my wife."
"Oh, Curtis," she replied, giving him a big kiss, "for richer, for poorer, till death do us part."
A cheer went up through the tavern and much merrymaking commenced, which didn't finish till the dawn's early light.
"Three cheers for Curtis and Shurleen," Volo shouted.
Hip, hip, hooray!
"Three cheers for Volo, the true master traveler of all Toril!" Passepout added.
Hip, hip, hooray!
"And three cheers for Passepout, son of Catinflas and Idle, famed thespian and part-time hero," Volo shouted.
Hip, hip, hooray!
Chapter 28
Rosy-fingered dawn was just creeping its way over the horizon when the four world-weary travelers decided to leave the Dragon's Jaws Inn, despite invitations from Gnorm, Milo, and even Vangerdahast himself to take advantage of the best accommodations in all Suzail.
"No, thanks," Volo replied to all, adding, "Maybe later."
"Where do you think you'll go?" Passepout asked.
"I thought I might drop by Yonda," Volo replied.
"Your old friends, eh?" Passepout responded wistfully.
"Why not?" the master traveler replied. That is, if it's all right with you."
"What do you mean?" the thespian queried.
"Well, I remember saying that I thought your time would come," Volo answered. "Well, that time is now."
"I'm going to stay at the Bernd estate?" Passepout asked incredulously.
"Why, certainly," Volo replied — "Bernd has an eye for theatrical talent. I'm sure he would consider giving you an audition-that is, if you are indeed looking for a patron."
"Wonderful!" Passepout replied. "I'm going to the Bernd estate!" he shouted.
Curtis and Shurleen, who were still holding hands, came up from behind, and Curtis patted Passepout on the back.
"Why, that's really great," Curtis said. "Congratulations!"
"I hope you remember us little people when you are a rich and famous actor," Shurleen added, a twinkle of a smile on her lips.
"I could never forget you." Passepout replied, looking into her eyes and then, quickly turning to Curtis, adding, "neither of you, particularly after all we've been through together."
"You can say that again," Volo affirmed.
"Do you mind if we walk with you?" Shurleen asked.
"Not at all," Volo replied. "Do you need a place to stay?"
"No," Curtis replied. "I have a few connections in this neck of the woods."
Volo just smiled, and continued walking.
Duke was asleep at the watch station, and Stewart was busy interrogating a druid who wished to bring in unidentified fruits and plants to Suzail without the proper papers and authorizations, so the travelers passed through without stopping.
The sun was rising, and it looked as if it were going to be a beautiful day.
The Bernd estate was not too far from the city gate, and the group ambled along in no particular hurry, just enjoying their walk and being together.
Two gray-striped cats were curled up at the entrance to the Bernd estate, the manorly castle just visible in the midmorning mists. Upon their approach, the two cats immediately came to attention, rushed over to Curtis, and began rubbing themselves against his legs and feet.
"Sparky, Minx," he said affectionately, "it's good to see you, too. It has been a while. I didn't think you'd remember me."
The two felines meowed welcomingly in their catlike way.
Shurleen stopped in her tracks. "You know these cats?" she asked quizzically.
"Sure," Curtis replied.
Volo also stopped.
"These are Lord Bernd's cats," Volo pointed out.
"That's right," the young beachcomber agreed.
"You've been here before?" Passepout asked incredulously.
"Sure," Curtis replied, "whenever I come to visit my faddah."
"What?" the dumbstruck threesome said in unison.
"That's right," Curtis clarified. "Yonda is the castle of my faddah."
"Faddah?" Passepout queried.
Volo chuckled, regaining his composure.
"His father… so you're old man Bernd's son," the master traveler replied, "the one who kept putting off entering the family business."
"That's right," Curtis answered. "I wanted to see the world first, and now that I have, I guess it is time to get serious…"
Curtis gave a quick look to Shurleen, and smiled, adding, "… about a lot of things."
The two young lovers kissed. Volo and Passepout looked on, stole a glance at each other, and said in unison, "Wonderful."