The Complete Darkwar Trilogy: Flight of the Night Hawks, Into a Dark Realm, Wrath of a Mad God. Raymond E. Feist

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СКАЧАТЬ the boys had proved. He told it as calmly as he could. ‘So, when it became clear that my father thought they were my apprentices anyway … well, let’s say we were too far down a particular road for me to drop them at some fuller’s or baker’s door and say, ‘Turn these lads into journeymen, will you, please?’ They are now my responsibility and I’m going to take the best care of them that I can.’

      ‘But teaching them to fight, Caleb? Are they to be soldiers, then?’

      ‘No, but they will need to know how to take care of themselves. If they’re with me and working for my father, they will be in danger occasionally. I want to make sure that they are able to survive those dangers.’

      Marie seemed unconvinced, but said nothing for a moment.

      Tad stuck his head out of the door of the hut and said, ‘Can we come out now?’

      Caleb waved the boys out and Marie said, ‘I’m their mother and they will always be my babies.’

      ‘This baby would like something to eat, now,’ said Tad.

      Marie slapped him on the shoulder. ‘Then we must go to the market and get—’

      ‘We’ll eat again at the inn,’ interrupted Caleb, ‘but there is something I need to discuss with all of you first.’

      They stood in the early morning chill, the boys still half-asleep and squinting against the glare of the low-hanging sun. Caleb said, ‘There are perhaps, better times and places for these things, but this is where I am, so now is the time.’

      ‘Caleb,’ asked Marie, ‘what are you talking about?’

      ‘Your boys have been cast by fate into my care, their lot decided by the unselfish act of returning to see to my welfare, and in so doing, saving my life.’

      He looked at the boys and said, ‘You know I love your mother more than any other woman I know, and I have been true to her for years.’ He looked at Marie and said, ‘I can not promise to be here any more than I have in the past, so I want you to leave Stardock and come and live with my family.’

      ‘But this is the only home I’ve known,’ said Marie.

      ‘We’ll make another home, the four of us.’

      ‘What are you asking, Caleb?’

      ‘Let us wed, and I will name the boys as my adopted sons. If all of you will have me.’

      The boys grinned at one another and Tad said, ‘Does this mean we get to call you “Papa”?’

      ‘Only if you wish to be beaten,’ said Caleb with a smile. But his eyes were fixed on Marie.

      She leaned into him and said softly, ‘Yes, Caleb. I will go with you.’

      He kissed her, then said, ‘Zane, go to the inn and tell Jakesh to break out his best ale and wine. Tell him to prepare roast oxen, and trot out his best foods, for tonight we shall treat the town to a feast.

      ‘Tad, find Father DeMonte and tell him that he has a wedding to perform at sundown.’

      ‘Today?’ asked Marie.

      ‘Why wait?’ asked Caleb. ‘I love you and want to know that no matter what happens in the future, you and the boys will be cared for. I want to know you are waiting for me.’

      With a wry smile she said, ‘I’m always waiting for you, Caleb. You know that.’

      ‘As my wife?’ he said. ‘That’s what I want.’

      She buried her face in his shoulder and hugged him tightly. Then she said, ‘Yes, I’ll marry you.’

      The boys whooped and ran off on their errands. After a moment, Marie said, ‘Are you certain?’

      ‘Never been so certain about anything in my life.’ He kissed her. ‘I nearly died out there, and the thought of never seeing you again …’ His eyes shone with moisture and emotion as his voice wavered. ‘Then those boys, those two wonderful boys that you raised, Marie—’ He stopped, then said, ‘I didn’t know whether to throttle them for disobeying me … but had they not, they would now be somewhere in northern Kesh, seeking a man who they only knew by name, without means, while I would be rotting by some roadside. It’s as if the gods have planned this, my love, and I’ll not wait another day.’

      ‘When will we move to your home, Caleb?’

      ‘Tonight, after the festival, for that’s what it will be – a festival!’

      ‘I have so much to do—’ she began.

      ‘All you must do is be beautiful, and that is already done.’

      ‘Still, if we are to travel this night, I must pack.’

      ‘Pack what? What do you need to bring with you? You have the boys, and nothing in the hut is necessary where we are going. You’ll see. What else is there? A few keepsakes?’

      ‘Some.’

      ‘Then gather those and then spend the rest of this day preparing for your wedding. Find the dressmaker and spare no expense, and find the women you wish to stand with you.’

      She nodded, tears forming. She put her hands over her nose and mouth and said, ‘Here I am crying like a foolish girl.’

      He kissed her and said, ‘Nothing foolish about you, Marie. Nothing foolish at all.’

      She kissed him again, then said, ‘I need to go to the dressmaker now. If I know Bethel ‘Roachman she will kick up a real fuss about having to make something for me between now and sundown.’

      ‘Let her. Just see that it’s done to your liking.’

      She smiled, nodded, and hurried off, holding her hem above the mud, and Caleb watched her go.

      Standing alone he wondered at his sudden need to formalize what had been unspoken between them. He felt a moment of worry, then pushed it aside. He knew his reason: he wanted the world to know that he loved this woman, and cared for her boys as if they were his own. He wanted a priest of a temple to bless their union and he wanted to go to his father with this ready-made family certain in his own mind that he could take no other course of action.

      After a moment, he muttered under his breath, ‘Sun’s hardly up and I need a drink already.’ With doubt gnawing at his stomach, he forced himself to turn and walk back to the warehouse. He had to send a message to his parents and brother, and he needed to do it now.

      Pug and Miranda stood to one side, and watched their youngest son and the woman he loved exchange their vows before Father DeMonte, the local Priest of Killian whose tiny church served the Stardock region.

      Magnus stood a few feet behind his parents, studying his younger brother with a mixture of pleasure and envy. That Caleb could find a little joy in the dark world they inhabited pleased Magnus enormously.

      Pug was impressed by how much had been done in so short a time. Garlands of blooms hung from a lattice of grape-stakes constructed by some local boys under Tad’s СКАЧАТЬ