Toth worshiped Cade. For him, his uncle was a great warrior from one of the tales he’d once heard Hakiem tell in the Bazaar. But Sarah knew better. She had an idea now what Terrel had meant when he’d said Cade wasn’t really a warrior. The man was a killer as sure as the sea is blue.
It was all so confusing. As much as Cade scared her, still he was kind in his own way, but not as Terrel had been. It wasn’t gentleness; he was always grim. But he seemed so sad. Last night Dru had cried in her sleep calling for her Da; and when Sarah had gone to check on her she found Cade there soothing the child. He had held her, cooing soft words, unintelligible, but they calmed the child. She fell asleep in Cade’s scar- ridden arms.
The door behind Sarah burst open and Toth ran into the courtyard.
“Ma, Marissa’s here,” he gasped out. Sarah looked at him for a mo- ment. He wasn’t tall, but his shoulders were beginning to broaden out. He had the Ilsigi hair and eyes of his father’s family, but it was her nose and chin that denned his features. The boy shook the hair away from his eyes and beamed at his mother. She smiled back faintly. This last week he actually seemed happier; Cade at least seemed good for the children, for some strange reason.
“Tell her to come out here,” Sarah answered.
“Out here? But it’s dark. Cade says-“
“Never mind what Cade says,” she interrupted. “Tell the Lady Marissa to come out here.”
He shrugged and did as he was told.
Marissa came out moments later, holding a lantern and a goblet of wine. She handed Sarah the drink.