"Yes," he says.
"Where are we going?" Loria asks.
"To Enyd."
"Why?" Edomiya asks. "You will only be hurt
there--killed, maybe."
"I have a feeling... maybe I'll find myself there. Who knows?
Pack anyway. At any rate you will protect me, will you not?"
"Milady, I pledge to you, that no harm will come to you while I
still yet live," says Edomiya solemnly.
"And I also take this pledge, as does my sister," Jalin
promises.
"Good then." You are pleased. "Come. Pack. We must
leave at once. Time is wasted while we stand here, waiting and
pledging loyalty."
You clasp him in your arms. "Rejoice, my friends!" You look
up into the open window. It is late afternoon. You stand. "We
must pack."
