Stalking Darkness

watched the covered carriage make its way slowly up the hill toward them. She recognized the riders as Seregil and Alec. Micum wasn’t with them.
    She unconsciously pressed a hand across her belly as she set off down the road to meet them. Catching her mother’s mood, Illia hurried solemnly along behind her.
    Seregil cantered on ahead to meet her and Kari’s sense of dread deepened as he came near. She had never seen him so pale and worn. There was something in his face, a shadow.
    “Where’s Father, Uncle Seregil?” demanded Illia.
    “In the carriage,” he told her, reining in beside them and dismounting. “He’s wounded but he’ll be fine. Elsbet’s with him, too, and Alec.”
    “Thank the Maker!” Kari exclaimed, embracing him. “Oh, Seregil, I know about the Cockerel. I’m so sorry. Those poor good people.”
    He returned the embrace stiffly and shestepped back to look into his face again. “What is it? There’s something else, isn’t there?”
    “You’ve had no news, then?”
    “Magyana sent word at dawn that you’d returned, that’s all.”
    Seregil turned away, his face disturbingly expressionless as he looked out over the new green of the meadow. “Nysander’s dead.”
    Kari raised a hand to her mouth, too stunned to speak.
    “That nice old man who did magic tricks for me on Sakor’s Day?” asked Illia. She danced around them impatiently, her face puckering to cry. “Why is he dead? Did a bad man kill him?”
    Seregil swallowed hard, his face still grim. “He did something very brave. Very difficult and very brave. And he died.”
    The others drew up and Seregil straightened, his face betraying nothing but a strained composure.
    Too composed, it seemed to Kari as she hurried to the carriage door. But then all her thoughts turned to Micum.
    Haggard as he was, he greeted her with a rakish grin as she flew into his outstretched arms.
    “I may be home for good this time, love,” he said ruefully, patting his bandaged leg propped before him on the carriage seat.
    “Make me no idle promises, you wandering scoundrel!” Kari gasped, wiping away tears of relief. “Where’s Alec?”
    She leaned out the window and took his hand as he sat his horse. “Are you well, love?”
    “Me? Hardly a scratch,” Alec assured her, though he looked as drawn and careworn as the others. Kari held his hand a moment longer, seeing what Beka had seen; he was no longer the boy he’d been when he first came to Watermead. Whatever had happened to him through these past weeks, it had stripped the innocence from him, and who knew what else besides?
    The household hounds leapt around the carriage and horses as they entered the courtyard. A loud answering hiss issued from somewhere near Kari’s feet. She looked down to find a pair of green eyes shining out at her from a crack in a wicker hamper.
    “What in the world—?”
    “Seregil’s cat,” Micum told her. “I bet there’ll be some slashed snouts among the dogs before she’s through. Poor creature, she’s the last survivor of the inn.”
    Kari smiled to herself, but held her peace until Alec and Seregil had helped Micum into the main hall. When he was settled comfortably in front of the fire, she drew Elsbet aside, then whisperedto Illia. The little girl disappeared into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a plump, curly-headed baby in her arms.
    “Father, look what Valerius brought us. Isn’t he pretty?”
    Alec was the first to react. Jumping to his feet again, he lifted the child from Illia’s uncertain grip and held him up, looking him over with a mix of wonder and joy.
    “Cilla’s baby?” Micum asked.
    Kari took his hand. “Valerius brought him to me a few days after you left and asked if I’d foster the child. I knew Cilla would want him here, rather than raised by strangers who knew nothing of his people. I didn’t think you’d mind.”
    “Of course not,” replied Micum, watching in bemusement as Luthas tugged at Alec’s hair, crowing with delighted recognition. “But with the new one coming, do you think you’re up to it?”
    “Up to raising the orphaned child of a friend? I should think so!” Kari scoffed. “With the older girls gone, I’ve got far too much time on my hands. And Illia adores him.”
    She looked up at Seregil, standing alone by the hearth. “When he’s old enough, I’ll tell him how you saved his life,” she added.
    “It might be better if he didn’t know,” Seregil replied, watching