Shadows Return

already showing through the branches overhead. “All right. We’ll keep watch for each other.”
             
    Seregil went first. Leaving his sword within easy reach, he stripped off his coat and squatted on the muddy bank, trying to wash away the sweat and stink. He glanced down at his right arm where the brand had been, glad not to go the rest of his life with that kind of reminder in plain sight. Bad enough that he’d let himself and Alec be taken like that; he felt most guilty at how long it had taken him to get loose again.
    Long enough for that
thing
to be made. And he loves it, too, as if it really were his child.
Seregil bent to rinse his hair in the current, thinking again of the oracle’s prophecy. If this wasn’t the fulfillment of it, then it was damn close.
    The cold water felt wonderful against his sweaty scalp. He stayed there a moment, then sat up and shook his head like a dog, scattering droplets in all directions.
    “Now I’m wet, too.”
    Seregil looked back over his shoulder and was startled to see Ilar standing close beside him.
He is a ’faie, after all,
he thought, but still disliked having the man creep up on him like that.
    Ilar wiped his face on his sleeve, leaving a streak of wet dust on his cheek. “That much less I need to wash, eh, Haba?”
    “Don’t call me that,” Seregil snapped, more out of habit than any real anger.
    “I’m sorry. I’ve always thought of you that way.”
    “Well, don’t,” Seregil growled, going back to his washing.
    “I wish Alec could forgive me. I really do like him, you know. It wasn’t easy, lying to him like that, but I had no choice.”
    “So you keep saying.” Seregil snorted as he washed his face.
    A light touch on his shoulder startled him. He slapped Ilar’s hand away and stood up, water running down his chest to soak the front of his trousers. “Damn you! What do you want from me?”
    Ilar stepped closer. “Your forgiveness, Seregil. I don’t understand. You saved my life, but you still treat me like a plague rat. Why didn’t you kill me or leave me when you had the chance?”
    “I’ve been asking myself that a lot.”
    Ilar smoothed a hand down the front of his dirty robe. “You didn’t know, did you, what had really become of me? You thought I was wandering around free, just like you.”
    And there it was again, thought Seregil, that little fish hook tug in his heart. Ilar held his gaze as he undid the ties at the neck of his robe and pulled it off over his head, baring his devastated body—the scars, the stripes, and the terrible emptiness between his legs.
    When Ilar reached for his shoulder this time, Seregil just stood there, looking into those sad hazel eyes, and seeing the depth of pain there.
    “Haba,” Ilar whispered, leaning closer. “Can’t we call the tally even? We ruined each other’s lives, and now we’ve saved them. Without me, how would you have gotten them both away?”
    “I’d have managed!” But Seregil couldn’t help wondering how. Ilar’s hand slid to the back of his neck and he could not for the life of him understand why he was allowing it. Ilar suddenly bent closer, bringing his lips close enough for Seregil to taste the man’s breath.
    Seregil jerked back. “What the hell—?”
    Before they could discuss the matter, Alec burst from the trees and flung himself at Ilar, tumbling them both into the stream with a mighty splash.
    Seregil stood dumbstruck, watching them flailing at each other with knees and fists.
He almost kissed me. I almost
let
him!
    Alec quickly got the upper hand and was holding Ilar’s head under the water. Seregil waded in and dragged him off, pulling him to his feet. They were both soaked now.
    Alec whipped around and punched Seregil squarely in the jaw, knocking him on his ass in the shallows. He was livid.
    “Is that how it is?” he shouted, fists balled, body tensed for attack. “Is that why you dragged him along?”
    Seregil stared up at him. The whole side of his face throbbed and his mouth was full of blood. “Of course not!”
    “I saw you! Him—naked. Kissing you!”
    “He did not!” The accusation stung, and pain was giving way to anger. “And what about you? I saw you in the garden with him, more than once! He held you.”
    “I told you, he tried to seduce me, but
I
didn’t let him!”
    “Neither did I!”
    “Oh, so he was just getting something out of your eye for you?”
    “For fuck’s sake, Alec!” He looked over at Ilar, who