A sound from behind me drew my attention: Monster was walking towards us. She jostled me aside and then sniffed at Ethalia’s face, then at her belly.
Then the Greathorse knelt down in front of us.
‘Your daughter will never want for protectors,’ Chalmers said.
I looked at these daring fools I loved more than anyhing in the world. ‘That’s not what matters.’ I wanted to tell them what did matter was that my daughter would have the truest of friends; that she would love and be loved, but I didn’t give any grand speech. Sometimes the words just don’t need to be said.
My name is Falcio val Mond.
I might just be the luckiest man who ever lived.
THE END