Hyron was silent for a moment, and then he said in a troubled voice. “You are one of us—”
“No.” for the second time Herrel repudiated his half blood.
“You will go to your mother?”
“Do you fear that? You who have chosen not to be my father?” Herrel retorted. “I tell you, I will have none of you, dame or sire. Do you think to hold the gate against us?”
Hyron stepped aside. “The choice is yours.” His tone was now as emotionless as his face. He did not speak again, nor did Herrel as we rode forth. And we did not look back, but Herrel said:
“That, lady wife, was the last gate between the past and the future. And who we are, what we have now is but Gillan and Herrel—”
“Which is enough.” I made him answer, and so it was.