"What can he do?"
"You saw him go after Edri. I don't know, Michael, but be careful. Don't give him even the hint of a chance at you." She shook her head. "I've changed my mind. I'm glad you're going voyaging. And meanwhile, you'd better not see much of Edri."
"You love me, Shairn?"
"I should think I'd done enough to prove it!"
"Don't get your back up. I was only wondering. Would you really have gone to the Orthists to help me?"
She laughed. "It was a safe threat to make. I knew Joris would never call it."
As though the sound of his name had decided him, Joris fell quietly sideways and began to snore. Trehearne bent over him, and he thought he saw in the moonlight a curious thing. He thought he saw tears on the old man's cheeks. He decided he must be very drunk indeed.
Shairn touched his arm. "Come, Michael."
"Where?"
"The home of my family, the Silver Tower. There's so little time to be happy in, before you go."