Part 12: Crossroads
As much as Jerec and Melanie would have liked their tender moment in the park to last a few precious moments longer, they knew they still had to return to Tauroneo's mansion. There was a great deal to do, not only to prepare for the wedding and the eventual voyage to Altarais, but also for Jerec to find employment, and in particular, to return to Crimea. After all, abrupt departure after Jerec had been exposed meant that her parents only knew that their daughter had suddenly disappeared. By Jerec's reckoning, that meant they'd been gone for days with no idea where their only child was or whether she was safe.
And a part of Jerec did want their approval to marry Melanie, despite everything that had happened.
What's more, Jerec was also wondering how Raphael was faring after his own ill-considered escapade, and Melanie was undoubtedly concerned as well. Raphael had been recovering from his injuries, true, but frostbite and hunger were no trifling misfortunes, especially in Daein, as Jerec well knew. Besides, having several brushes with death and then having several preconceptions turned on their heads all in a few days, let alone a few terrifying minutes, could do things to a man's mind, which left open the question of whether he could explain things to Marv and Fayna. Only too aware that life would not stop its headlong rush for their love, Melanie and Jerec reluctantly released one another and rose to their feet, still aglow with the excitement of their engagement despite knowing how complicated it would be. They then strode back to Colton.
See that his old friend was eyeing their slightly rumpled clothing with a cheeky expression, Jerec was quick to silence the smirking man with a withering glare and a threat regarding his fist and Colton's teeth.
"Sheesh!" Colton regarded fanning himself melodramatically. "Melanie, please consider this a request from a friend: get your fiancé a sense of humor."
"Oh, I think you crack enough jokes for all three of us," Melanie remarked. "And, though I'm not sure when or where the wedding will be, we'll make sure you and the family are invited."
"Why, I'd be honored! I still say Jerec has talked his way out of the most handsome ringbearer this side of the Riven Bridge—"
"I say again, three years old is too young," Jerec said, sounding annoyed. "He'll probably try to swallow the rings."
"Nah, he's a clever boy."
"Gets that from his mom's side, I'm guessing?"
"Oh, now that's just hurtful! Well, seriously, what do you plan next, Captain?"
The newly engaged couple exchanged glances for a long moment, and Jerec could see that Melanie was firm in her decision to remain at his side. That was something that amazed him profoundly, especially when, only weeks before, he'd been long since resigned to the solitary life of a rootless wanderer. But, after having returned to his former homeland and discovering he was not nearly as alone as he'd long believed, he was all the more aware that Melanie did have roots back in Crimea, with the redoubtable folk of Rivertown.
Even if it might be just to say goodbye, she wanted to go home.
"Well, now we ought to get back to Tauroneo's," Jerec said. "I'm sorry I can't stay longer, Colton. I'd love for us to catch up more. But there's still a lot to do. And we will need to get in touch with Mel's parents so they know she's safe."
"Wasn't that Raphael kid supposed to relay the news?" Colton asked. "He'll likely have gotten home soon, if he hasn't already."
"Yeah, but think about it. You were with him at the church while he was being treated. It had to have shown that he'd been through a lot."
"True, but it seemed like he had a handle on it. And, yeah, he had a lot of fool notions in his head, but he seemed smart enough to tell they didn't hold up under scrutiny."
"I agree," Melanie chimed in. "I think he will be able to say what needs saying to my parents. It's how they and his parents will react that I'm worried about."
"Well, you might be right," Jerec admitted. "But that still doesn't change the fact that we need to let Melanie's parents know she's alright. It'll take days to travel back to Rivertown, but maybe I can find a courier to at least get a letter to them. If I have anything to pay the courier with, that is."
"Oh, don't worry, I can spot you the money if needed," Colton replied with a smile. "And none of that "I don't take handouts" stuff. This is a favor from a friend to a friend, and I don't doubt for a minute you'd do the same for me if I was in a fix. As for having to leave soon, I completely understand. But can you write to me, at the very least? I'll write to you too."
Colton quickly underpinned the sentiment by offering his hand.
"Sure, I can do that," Jerec agreed, giving his old friend a handshake.
"We both can!" Melanie added. "Also…"
She then turned to her new fiancé, trying not to let the giddiness of that realization distract her.
"Jerec, I've made another decision," she began, forcing her tone to remain firm and steady. "I don't want you to have to provide for us and Rose and Amanda all by yourself. I'm perfectly capable of working too. I should be able to find more work as a nurse easily enough. With all the recent troubles, anyone who knows the trade is sure to be in demand. I just want to ease your burden, if only a little."
"Oh. I understand and appreciate it, but are you sure?" Jerec wondered. "You are very good, I should know, but I would hate for you to end up being in over your head because of my situation."
"Well, it'll no longer be only your situation if we're married," Melanie pointed out with a smile. "Your family becomes my family too, after all."
"Heh, fair point. If you're certain this is what you want to do then, I won't object. Thank you."
"Oh, of course, love."
After lovingly lacing their fingers together, the two made their way out of the park, followed by Colton.
"Ah, love is in the air!" Colton joked, dabbing at fake tears.
"Oh stop it," Melanie replied, though she chuckled a little anyway.
Jerec merely playfully rolled his eyes.
As they made their way through town again towards Tauroneo's mansion, Jerec's thoughts began to wander again. Although not so much to where he and Melanie would live or how they would provide for themselves and Amanda and Rose this time. No, Jerec was wondering about other things, more about his past, especially the stunning revelation of his relationship to Ike and Mist, as well as that of his parents. Perhaps, since it might be a bit before he and Melanie officially departed back for Crimea, Tauroneo would be able to tell him a little more. Surely, he had known Susan since Bryce was a longtime friend, if even only a little. Maybe he recalled some more details about Greil and Elena as well, that Jerec could potentially pass on to Ike.
But then again, would Ike want to hear it?
It was possible that he wouldn't. After all, before Greil had been the founder of the Greil Mercenaries, he'd been Gawain, Rider of Daein, and the man who, ironically, had trained the man who'd killed him and nearly killed Ike several times. Jerec had no concrete idea what "Gawain" had been like, but it was prudent to assume that he'd been a very different man at the time, and it was possible that learning any more of the secrets his father might have been hiding would bring Ike pain rather than closure. But on the other hand, Jerec had observed that not knowing had bothered Ike, so maybe anything he could find out might ease those fears, even if it did hurt? It was a gamble, but one Jerec felt was probably worth taking.
When the trio arrived at the mansion's gate, Jerec was not hesitant to ring the bell this time. Though it had been a daunting journey getting here, he now felt eager to press on. Whatever happened next, he knew that he had to get his affairs in order and then return to Crimea, if only for Melanie's sake so her parents could know that she was safe. And Jerec was just as eager to get the remaining information he sought.
As before, the guard allowed them entry and also let them know that preparations for their ride back to the border were underway. Once they'd arrived in the foyer, Tauroneo soon joined them once again.
"Ah, you're back! Judging by how long you were gone, however, I assume your visit with your sister went well, Jerec?" Tauroneo inquired.
"It did. They accepted me so quickly," Jerec replied, trailing off as the recollection brought a smile to his lips. "I was honestly a bit surprised. Happy, but surprised."
"Yes, they're wonderful people!" Melanie added with a smile. "I hope we can visit them again soon."
"That's good to hear, I'm very glad," Tauroneo replied with no small amount of relief. "Now I trust that you've been notified that your ride will be ready in due time?"
"Yeah," Jerec confirmed. "It does sound like there'll be some time to kill, though."
"Very good. Then I trust you will hold up your end of our agreement?"
"Yes. If Queen Micaiah will have me, I will ask her about getting back my commission in the army. It might not be my first choice but, if this country really has changed for the better, then maybe it will work out. If Melanie agrees, of course."
"And, do you, young lady?"
"Yes," Melanie confirmed gamely. "I've also agreed, amongst other things, to help him to support Amanda, Rose, and myself by working as a nurse."
"That's a profound relief," Tauroneo said, and Jerec could tell he meant it. "I may know better than to think you could ever be "down and out," Jerec, but I was not pleased to learn you haven't had a real home in years. I dearly want to help change that, and I think Her Majesty might be eager to have you. I might be able to arrange an audience before the day's out, or maybe tomorrow. The aftermath of the Begnion Occupation has deeply scarred this country, so Queen Micaiah has had her hands full even before she was crowned. Still, she needs every capable soul she can find to get this country back on its feet, and no matter who thinks what about you, she surely knows you are one of the best. In any case, I would urge you to wait until after the meeting before you depart."
"On one condition," Jerec spoke up. "Melanie gets to write to her parents, and the letter gets sent off via a fast courier."
"Agreed."
With that, Tauroneo summoned his butler and ordered him to fetch pen and parchment, as well as to send word that a courier with a fast horse was needed. After a brief debate, Tauroneo agreed to pay the courier's fee. Despite her hand still being bandaged after swearing the Oath of the Veldsbane, Melanie insisted on penning the letter herself. Though Jerec was tempted to let her write about their engagement, he ultimately recommended against it, suspecting it'd be best if they gave the news in person, even if it didn't go well.
Melanie's parents might not respect Jerec after learning who he truly was, but he did not reciprocate their ill feelings.
"Thank you, general," Jerec said once the letter was sealed. "But…while we're still waiting, I…have another question."
"Oh? What would that be?" Tauroneo wondered.
Here, Jerec needed to pause and draw in a steadying breath. After all, as he well knew, secrets were not a thing to be taken lightly, and yet here he was asking for more. And in a manner of speaking, they weren't his to ask for. Not exclusively, at least. By right, Ike should be here as well, assuming he would consent to it. But since he wasn't, someone had to figure out if these secrets ought to be shared when Ike was found.
Yeah, as if I didn't have enough on my plate as-is, Jerec mused. Distract yourself before meeting a queen! Who's tried to kill you a few times! Yeah, real intelligent.
Well, there was nothing to be done for it now. So, as with everything else on this journey, Jerec could only square his shoulders, press forward, and hope for the best.
"Well…" he began. "Since I had to come here anyway, do you think…you could tell me more about my mother? And how close she and my father were to…my aunt and uncle? My father could not tell me much…only that my mother had been a kind woman and she was dearly missed."
A nostalgic smile soon tugged at Tauroneo's features, as if he expected this particular question. And he had indeed.
"Ah, I was hoping you would eventually ask me that," he said. "I'm surprised you hadn't done so earlier, but then, you had other things on your mind and they were important. But yes, I can certainly tell you more. I knew Susan almost as well as I did your father."
"I see," Jerec replied, trying not to let his anxiousness show.
"Of course. Now we can go back to the sitting room to talk, this could take a little time."
Jerec nodded and the three followed the general back to the room they had been in before to take a seat again. They sat in the same places as well.
"Jerec, your mother was one of the most cheerful people I ever knew. She had such a vivacious spirit, never once let the slings and arrows of life bear her down. Not even when times were hard; and, believe me, they were. Your father fell in love with her because of that. She was frail and sickly, as I suspect you already know, but Susan never let that get to her. Probably the only thing she truly hated was when others would treat her differently because of her condition. While many appreciated her spirit, not many could see past her frailty, especially back when weakness was a thing to be reviled. She didn't want to feel like a burden to your father or others. And when her and Elena's parents died, she comforted and looked after her younger sister as much as she could."
"Wow… I can see why my dad loved her so," Jerec commented. "That's amazing."
"Indeed. But that's not all…" Tauroneo continued. "Bryce had once told me that you were a dream come true for your mother. As a child, she read tales of a folk hero called Jerec, who was reportedly one of the greatest swordmasters to ever live…despite his being blind. I suspect she wanted to name you after him, to affirm that being different need not mean being weak. She was so thrilled when she found out she was going to havea boy of her own. She would've given up anything for you, and in the end…well, she gave up everything."
At this, and despite Jerec's best efforts, a tear began to form in his eyes. Though he'd heard snippets about how kind and loving his mother had been, he had no memories of her. Hearing how he'd been more precious to Susan than anything in the world, even her own life, had been nearly overwhelming.
"You mean…You mean she…risked her health and her very life all so she could give me life?" Jerec uttered, his still-mutinous eyes growing glassier.
"Exactly," Tauroneo confirmed solemnly. "She knew her chances of surviving the birth were not high, but wanted to have you anyway. She wanted a child of her own all her life and she didn't want to let her poor health stop her."
At this, Jerec no longer could prevent a tear from coursing its way down his face. He knew his mother had died in childbirth…but he had no idea that she had foreseen and was fully prepared for that outcome and was willing to die to ensure that her baby lived.
"…I…I really wish she could have seen me grow up…" was all Jerec could say, his voice hoarse with emotion. "She deserved better! She shouldn't have had to give her life up like that…!"
"Yeah…" Melanie added, feeling quite somber herself. "It's so touching that she cared so much… Why did she have to die?"
"It is really unfortunate…" Colton seconded, closing his eyes in sadness. "I never met her myself, but I had heard General Bryce talk about her before."
"Indeed," Tauroneo said, his tone heavy. "Her passing was hard on all of us, especially Bryce and Elena. Then-General Gawain did what he could to comfort them, as did I. But I believe you know what happened later."
"Yeah. My father couldn't fully recover and ended up sinking into a dark place. At least, for a time. And Ike and Mist's parents…yeah," Jerec recalled.
"Indeed," Tauroneo repeated, and then a small smile tugged at his features.
"…Hey, what are you grinning about?" Jerec wondered. "This isn't funny."
"Oh, no, of course not. Apologies, I was reminded of something else you might find amusing."
"…What do you mean?"
Melanie and Colton both seemed curious as well.
"Heh, well, due to some…rather unusual circumstances, Elena herself actually delivered you," Tauroneo revealed.
At this, the room fell silent, stupefied expressions on everyone's faces.
"…What? Ike's mother…delivered me?" Jerec repeated, stunned.
Colton was finding it difficult not to burst into laughter again himself.
"Well," he commented. "That is something I never expected to hear."
"That makes two of us," Melanie added.
"I was surprised when I found out myself," Tauroneo continued. "And I was just as amused as Colton is now. Ha ha…"
Jerec then sighed. He wasn't sure he wanted to know how Ike would react to this knowledge. And as for finding out how Mist would react? Not a chance.
"Well, if everyone's done laughing it up, I'd like for this conversation to move on," he said.
"Ah, of course," Tauroneo obliged. "Elena had loved her sister as much as Bryce did. She wanted to help raise you in her stead. And part of her even thought of you as her own too. However, she also didn't want it to seem like she was trying to replace Susan either. She and Gawain did what they could to help your father."
"I see… But then…they stole Lehran's Medallion and were forced to flee the country…" Jerec recalled somberly.
"Indeed… But believe me, it pained them to leave everyone. Yet as long as they had the medallion and were sought after by Ashnard, they endangered more lives than just their own, or even Ike and Mist's."
Tauroneo continued, saying that it had pained Greil and Elena so much to leave that they offered to let Bryce and Jerec go with them, or at least take only then-baby Jerec so he would be safe and far away from the soldiers and Ashnard. Perhaps they had seen where things were heading back then. Maybe Bryce did too, since he didn't turn them in and feigned ignorance when questioned. However, while such a notion was tempting, Bryce did not want to abandon his country, nor could he bear the thought of parting with his son after he'd already lost Susan. He would rarely, if ever, get to see Jerec if he was taken all the way to Crimea or Gallia and was never to return to Daein, especially not since both countries were already being painted as enemies. Still, even though Greil and Elena couldn't agree with remaining loyal to Daein, they did understand Bryce wanting to be near his son.
"…Whoa. So…I was almost raised alongside Ike and Mist in Gallia and Crimea," Jerec realized.
"Indeed. My, how different things could've been had your father agreed to their plan…" Tauroneo replied. "Certainly food for thought."
"Yeah," Melanie agreed. "You would've been raised as a Crimean like they were, and you wouldn't have had to hide anything."
"True… That would've been nice, that's for sure," Jerec agreed. "…Though on the other hand, I can't imagine never knowing Colton."
"I can't imagine not knowing you either," Colton replied. "It's just not possible!"
"After all, who'd you annoy to get your kicks?" Jerec wondered with a smile and small chuckle.
"Hey, I can make anybody laugh!"
"Right up until somebody had you beheaded for being a cut-up. Or gutted because they can't stomach you."
"Hey! …That's not bad, actually. Maybe you can be taught yet."
Tauroneo grumbled something about "young people," but chuckled anyway.
"Well, I'll admit, I was a bit anxious to ask about Greil and Elena," Jerec continued. "But knowing they cared so much about me as well does make me feel better. If they'd lived, then I…would have liked calling them family, I bet."
"Oh, you would have," Tauroneo agreed. "If you would like to know more about them, I'd be happy to tell you. I'm sure Ike and Mist would like to hear some of these details as well."
"I am interested, but are you sure? I remember Ike being deeply conflicted whether or not he should know what his father was like when he was Gawain. And Mist…she seems to just want to forget he had any connection to Daein at all."
"I can understand that. They only ever knew the man as Greil, after all," Tauroneo pointed out. "However, their fears are unfounded. Gawain might have been a different man before he and Elena fled Daein, but much of what had made him great was still there. Even as Gawain, his greatest virtue was his love of and loyalty to his family. Just as he treated the Greil Mercenaries as family, so too did he treat the Four Riders as one. And Elena and Susan both did likewise during their time as priestesses."
"…Really? I'm…astonished," Jerec admitted. "I, and I bet Ike as well, always pictured the man known as Gawain to be a ruthless warrior, who could kill anyone who got in his way, and might have done so. As for Elena…well, I suppose there was never any real reason to think she might have had skeletons in the closet. Yes, she did grow up here when Ashnard was turning the laguz into bogeymen, but it's kinda thin to assume she bought into it just because she lived here back then."
"It is true that Gawain was revered as the strongest warrior in Daein and perhaps all of Tellius," Tauroneo admitted. "I imagine there's room for debate about whether Ike has surpassed him. But as you well know, Jerec, not all who are strong would abuse that strength. And as for Elena, does it truly matter whether she believed laguz were bogeymen? When the time came for her to question those beliefs, she chose wisely."
"Well, that is a good point. And they did flee Daein for a reason. They must have known that Ashnard was dangerous and that Lehran's Medallion had to be kept away from him. I wonder if they also knew that he was behind the deaths of the other Daein royals."
"Exactly. And…I'm not certain if they knew that part, truth be told. But it wouldn't surprise me if they did. Gawain was also known to have a strong intuition, and it was part of what made him a great leader."
"He sounds like he was an amazing man," Melanie commented. "It's no wonder Ike became a great hero himself."
"I'd be careful where I say that around here if I were you," Colton warned. "But privately, I can see where you're coming from. I was practically raised on stories of Gawain, and he seemed bigger than life."
"And he raised his son well," Tauroneo added. "Talking with Ike about his father during the wars did my heart good, though it took me a while to realize why he never asked about Greil's life as Gawain. Still, I had been curious about my old friend and how he had fared up until his death. Of course…I wasn't entirely pleased at what I learned. The idea that he could've ever touched the medallion and killed Elena…it was just unthinkable. And yet it happened. I just pray that they and Bryce and Susan are all reunited and at peace now."
"Yeah… And that they're proud of myself, Ike, and Mist," Jerec added. "There were days I…had my doubts about that."
"I'm sure they are. They're probably not pleased that you've been living on the streets, but besides that, you have become a very fine man."
"Heh, thanks. That really means a lot," Jerec replied with a smile.
"I'll say!" Melanie agreed, giving her fiancé's cheek a smooch.
"I should've seen that one coming," Jerec chuckled, his cheeks going pink after having been caught off guard by the kiss. Colton gave a small laugh as well.
Jerec wasn't sure what came over him then. Maybe it was the hint of nostalgic melancholy that flickered across Tauroneo's face at Melanie's show of affection. Perhaps it was the sense that, whatever happened next, it could be quite some time before he next saw Tauroneo face to face. Whatever the reason, he found himself asking after what he knew would be, at best, a sensitive topic.
"So, General, I'm wondering about one more thing," Jerec began cautiously. "Out of you and the other previous Riders and mine and Ike's parents…you're the only one left. Everyone else…well, they're gone. And your own family left you. How did you cope? It couldn't have been easy at all."
"Mm," Tauroneo began, drawing in a meditative breath. "No, it wasn't. The weight of grief is not to be taken lightly, especially when the weight of loneliness is piled on top of it. There were even times where I wished I'd died as well so I could be with my friends again. But I had to console myself that Daein and others would eventually need my strength and I still needed to be strong for my sons. I also had a promise to keep to your father, to tell you of your sister when the right time came and watch over you for him if needed."
Here, Tauroneo paused and Jerec could see the weight of the man's many years upon his craggy features.
"There were days that that promise didn't seem like enough," he admitted. "And there were others where I doubted I'd live long enough to keep it anyway. When Ike led the Crimean Liberation Army to Daein, I figured my time was over in any case. I didn't know he was Gawain's son at the time, but I did know about his fearsome reputation. Further, by then, Ashnard had abandoned Daein. I didn't know why at the time, but numerous messengers being sent to him and yet never returning, even though Crimea was solidly under our control? The only possible explanation was that Ashnard wasn't coming back, and that he'd left us behind. But much to my surprise, I didn't die that day. I suppose you might say that helped bring my life into focus, showed me that there was more I had to do before I really do pass on, and people who still depend on me. And I'm glad that I could still contribute to those in need."
"I see," Jerec said, all too aware of how small the words were. "That's good to hear. I don't know if I would have handled such large losses so well in your place…"
"And I do pray that you never have to."
Jerec wasn't sure what else to say. Maybe to ask after the old general's sons, since Rolf had managed to find them and urged them to get in touch with their father. But, before he could speak again, there was a knock at the door. Tauroneo bade whoever it was to enter and a sentry promptly came in. There was clear urgency in the man's stride as he handed a piece of parchment to the old general. Tauroneo quickly read it, and then turned a sly grin towards his guests.
"Well," he remarked, "It seems I was right about Queen Micaiah taking an interest in you. She wants me to make sure you arrive at Daein Keep tomorrow at half past ten bells."
If Jerec hadn't been tongue tied before, he certainly was now.
"Wha—" he said with great eloquence. "But...how…"
"Please tell me he had better lines ready for you, Melanie," Colton said, his tone one of feigned despair.
"Oh, hush!" Melanie chided good-naturedly. "He's just a little startled, that's all. Jerec? Are you alright?"
Truthfully, Jerec wasn't certain. Granted, he had realized that he would need to speak to Queen Micaiah, especially if he wanted to get back his commission, but he had hoped that meeting would happen after he was ready, not before. Still, hindsight told him this was likely inevitable. If Micaiah knew he was here, and Tauroneo had pretty much admitted to informing her, she'd surely take an interest. And, as Jerec already said, he couldn't let much more time pass before he and Melanie faced her parents. All he could do was prepare however he could and hope for the best.
"Amanda and Rose did offer to put us up for the night," Melanie chimed in.
"Perhaps we ought to take them up on it?"
"Maybe," Jerec admitted, though with a sour expression. "But I don't like the ideaof us imposing on them. Let's at least bring something to the table. Literally. There's a game trail nearby, as well as a river. I could catch something and offer it as compensation for the trouble."
The smile Melanie gave him was bright, but he swore there it carried a hint of remonstration.
"I'm pretty sure Rose wouldn't consider it "trouble" for her big brother to visit again so soon," she opined.
Ultimately, though Jerec saw his fiancée's point, he nonetheless insisted that he wouldn't be a burden to his newfound family. Melanie conceded, but was adamant that they split the labor.
"It seems you've chosen well, Jerec," Tauroneo spoke up, approval in his tone. "I know better than to think life will be easy for you, but I have faith you'll rise to the challenge."
"Thank you, general," Jerec replied feelingly. "I hope to see you again before we head back to Crimea."
"I look forward to it."
With that, Jerec and Melanie departed Tauroneo's mansion and, after a quick promise to meet Colton at the gate of Daein Keep, they parted company with him as well.
A few hours later, with a satchel of boar meat and several trout in hand, the couple knocked on Amanda's door. The older woman was nearly bowled over when Rose, upon hearing her big brother was back, practically charged towards through door. Amanda had been in the midst of scolding her daughter, but her words trailed away as she noted the food Jerec offered in exchange for their lodgings.
"My goodness!" she gasped, amazed. "You caught this in just a few hours?"
"I've gotten plenty of practice over the years," Jerec said.
Amanda quickly bustled her guests inside, and soon enough, the unlikely family was seated and tucking into the rich meal.
"This turned out great," Amanda remarked. "I haven't had wild boar since I was younger than you are now, Jerec. You must be skilled indeed to have tracked down such prey. And, Melanie, you are an excellent cook. Thank you both."
"Thank you for putting us up," Melanie replied. "We especially appreciate it, given the short notice."
That reminder, of how Jerec had been summoned by the queen herself, had Rose practically bursting with pride. After reassuring her a dozen or so times that, yes, he'd tellher all about it, Rose asked if Jerec could teach her how to hunt. Spying the nonplussed look on Amanda's face, Jerec suggested that he teach her how to identify useful herbs, such as those that could be used for medicines or to flavor or preserve food. Luckily, Rose agreed, likely since it'd be still another chance to spend time with her big brother.
Jerec gave a warm smile and ruffled her hair, suddenly fond of the idea himself.
The sleeping arrangements did pose a bit of a problem, but it was ultimately decided that Melanie would share Rose's bed while Jerec took the couch. Though the cushions were clearly overdue for re-stuffing, he'd slept in worse often, and characteristically, he was fast asleep before he'd even received his extra blankets.
After Jerec had been woken the next day, with the three women tipping over the couch to dump him on the floor, the couple quickly dressed and made their way to Daein Keep. As promised, Colton was waiting for them near the entrance, and characteristically, he'd spied something that had him fit to burst into laughter.
"You two have your first fight?" he asked, leaving the couple bewildered until he added "That's quite the shiner you're sporting, Jerec."
"Must've been from when we dumped him onto the floor to wake him up," Melanie suggested cheekily.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! That's priceless, that is! My compliments, milady!"
"Yeah, hardy, har, har," Jerec remarked dryly. "Now, can we get this over with?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, killjoy."
Either the lone sentry at the gate hadn't been aware of Jerec's invitation or he hadn't expected the former Daein captain to answer it. Either way, he gawked at Jerec forwhat felt like minutes before he snapped out of it and admitted the trio.
Jerec noted that the sentry saluted only Colton, and that observation was not reassuring.
Nor, for that matter, was the sight that greeted him upon entering the keep.
As an officer of the Daein army, Jerec had been inside Daein Keep often in years gone by. And, though some details had gotten fuzzy, he did remember certain things. One was that the keep had always been an imposing structure, one that reflected the Daein peoples' will to overcome whatever obstacles lay before them.
The keep, much like the people, was solidly built, unyielding, and endured whatever Daein's harsh climate, and even harsher foes, could throw at it. Daunting to its foes in its gothic majesty, but a symbol of unbreakable pride and a beacon of stability to those who carved out their lives in this dark fortress's even blacker shadow.
But the times had changed, and the past few years had been most unkind.
The hallway that greeted the trio was as stark and foreboding as the exterior suggested, but it was also dotted with signs of destruction. What damage was caused by the Crimean Liberation Army during its assault on Ashnard's forsaken capital, or by the Begnion Occupational Army as the late senators eyed the vanquished kingdom with avarice, or by the Dawn Brigade as they retook the capital, Jerec had no idea.
But then again, did it really matter?
Once pristinely gleaming walls, dark as obsidian, were now scarred by stray blows from swords and axes. Pillars that a younger Jerec believed could hold up the world had been distorted by eldritch flames while the floors were cratered by what he suspected was magical lightning.
Statues along the walls had been also vandalized, likely some out of spite and some out of greed. Most sported missing limbs or heads while conspicuously empty sections of wall stood where Jerec could recall tapestries hanging some years before.
Maids, butlers, what looked like hired laborers, and a jarring percentage of the royal guard were about in the halls and, when they weren't gawking at Jerec and the Crimean woman at his shoulder, they were gathering up the debris of what had once been an unbreakable symbol of their pride all while trying to keep a stiff upper lip.
Not all of them were managing it, though. One of the maids passed by a seemingly empty section of floor and abruptly became choked up.
The implication was clear enough. Before that piece of floor had been empty, someone had been there. Someone whom the maid cared for a great deal.
In all likelihood, that someone was now dead.
Jerec had to admit, he was struck. His last few memories of this place had not been pleasant. He could still remember, vividly, how his change of heart regarding Ike and the laguz, and his decision to work with Elincia in her efforts to provide humanitarian aid to Daein, had caused most to treat him as a pariah. Some hurled insults at him, others refused to work or even socialize with him, and a few crossed the line by calling him a disgrace to his father's memory…which usually ended badly for them.
Jerec remembered all that, and doubted he'd ever forget it. But, for some reason, it didn't seem nearly as important as it did a few weeks, or even a few minutes ago.
Maybe it was knowing that Rose and Amanda, along with Melanie and himself if they did choose to live here, would be affected by all this for many years to come. Perhaps it was because he had rediscovered friends here in Daein, who might still be picking up the pieces when they were as old as Tauroneo himself was. Or, it might've simply been empathy.
Hating someone was quite easy, as beorc and laguz alike could attest.
But, remaining unmoved at the sight of another's suffering was harder.
Jerec exchanged a quick glance with Colton, seeing his old friend, who usually had a ready grin and was quick with a joke, seemed rather solemn at what he beheld.
After a moment, however, his expression became one of confusion as he looked past Jerec to where Melanie…was supposed to be.
Realizing she was gone, Jerec's eyes darted about frantically, fearing some vengeful local had found a ready target in the Crimean woman who'd just crossed their doorstep.
When he spied her not three feet away, looking quite unharmed, he still felt worried but also a tad foolish.
His worried expression became perplexed when he noticed that she had picked something up from the floor. As he drew closer, he could see that it was the head of a statue, and one whose face was well known to all of Daein's people.
Hengist, the founder of Daein.
Someone – likely from Begnion, if Jerec had to guess – had decapitated the statue,letting the head fall to the floor where it had cracked in several places upon impact.
Somehow, seeing the all too familiar visage, casually vandalized and then tossed aside like so much litter, seemed so…undignified.
Then, once again, Melanie surprised him.
She carefully fitted the statue's head back onto its neck and, pulling free several loose, but still sturdy, threads from her dress, she then quickly tied them to the arms of a pair of nearby sconces, forming an improvised brace over the statue's forehead as well as
under the nose and chin. As she finished her work, she quickly checked that the statue head was securely in place and nodded gamely.
"It's not much, but hopefully it'll hold until something more permanent can be done," she said, almost as if she were talking to a patient…or, perhaps, to the people who were now gawking at her in amazement.
Melanie then promptly rejoined the two men, both of whom needed a moment to shake themselves back to attention, and the three continued on towards the throne room, all too aware that every pair of eyes was now fixed upon them.
Once the trio was well away from the gawkers, Colton turned to Melanie, giving her a warm smile and an approving nod. Jerec did likewise, once more marveling at Melanie's pureness of heart.
She had lost friends and even kin to Daein, and it was doubtful that she'd ever forget it. But she could forgive and move forward with her life, something that most of Tellius was still learning.
Ultimately, the pair was ushered into the throne room where Queen Micaiah was conferring with a group of officials. Here too, lingering damage from war, occupation, and rebellion was in evidence and, judging by how the various officials all looked like they were trying to pass a kidney stone, Jerec suspected the situation showed little improvement.
As for Queen Micaiah herself, she looked little different than when Jerec had seen her last. Her slivery white hair, which cascaded halfway down her back, was not a sight
Jerec would be forgetting anytime soon, even if he'd been a tad distracted during their last few encounters when she was trying to sear him with blasts from her Thani tome. Her bright golden eyes, though sharp and alert as ever, did suggest that she had been coping with quite a few restless nights during her rule. Jerec also realized, belatedly, that she was actually rather short, even shorter than Melanie, which had somehow escaped his notice completely when they'd clashed during the war. The most obvious change, though, was that she now dressed the part of a queen, garbed in robes of red and silver blue silk with elaborate embroidery, and her brow encircled by a jeweled circlet.
"Give her a minute," Colton whispered. "She'd busy at all hours these days."
Deciding to take his old friend's advice, Jerec stood at parade rest and listened as best he could to the discussion. From what he could gather, the small group was discussing the financial state of the kingdom…and the news was bad. Many of the particulars were outside of Jerec's knowledge, but it seemed that, while Micaiah's efforts to reach out to Crimea and the laguz nations was helping, Daein's need simply outstripped the returns.
A few weeks ago, Jerec might very well have been unmoved by such portents. But that was back when he had only his own life to consider. Now, he had Melanie, Rose, and Amanda to consider, along with his renewed friendships with Tauroneo and Colton. All of them would be affected by Daein's misfortunes and, even if much of that was of Daein's own making, Jerec found he could not no longer turn a blind eye to it.
Ike had gone out on quite a few limbs for his family, shared blood or no, and Jerec decided it was time he did the same.
Ultimately, the various officials took their leave and Micaiah took note of her unlikely guest.
"Ah, Jerec," she greeted, giving him a weary but sincere smile. "Word had reached me earlier that you had returned at last, though I wasn't certain if you'd answer my summons. I am glad to see that I was able to meet with you before you left. You've heard about my decree regarding you, am I right?"
Considering the last time Jerec had seen Micaiah, the two of them had been trying to kill each other, this cordiality was just about the last thing Jerec had expected.
"…Oh! Uh, yes, I have," Jerec confirmed, having to snap himself out of a momentary trance. "I have to say, it was unexpected, though greatly appreciated. I mean, the last time we met, we stood on opposite sides of the battlefield!"
That is true. However…"
Here, Micaiah paused and massaged her temples, as though trying to ease some weariness or pain, or both.
"My apologies, things have been trying lately. Anyway, I want you to know that, even back then, I harbored no ill will toward you," she finally said. "Well, not as much asyou might believe, at least. Maybe I took it a bit personally that you didn't return to Daein to join our rebellion against Begnion, and I can't say I was happy to see you fighting against us in Crimea. But, when time allowed me to reflect, I realized that that was ridiculous. I knew Sir Bryce, if only by reputation, and I've also had the chance to read up on what you've been doing with yourself since the Mad King's War ended. And, I'll admit, I'm impressed. Sir Bryce clearly raised you to be a strong warrior who could learn and see for himself what was right and what wasn't. Yes, your decision to leave did complicate things, but I could understand your reasons."
"I appreciate that, Your Majesty," Jerec replied, and was somewhat surprised when he realized he meant it. "And I've also heard about yours and the Dawn Brigade's
exploits against the Begnion Occupational Army. Some of the stories are quite stunning."
"With or without Lieutenant Colton's infamous flourishes?"
"Oh, Your Majesty!" Colton spoke up, sounding almost pained. "Surely you can appreciate how a bit of artistic license can liven up a story?"
"You mean like when you said I single-handedly slew Jarod during the liberation of Nevassa?"
"Well, if it is your wish, I shall henceforth emphasize that you used both hands."
Jerec could practically hear Micaiah's eyes rolling.
"Well, to come back to the point," Micaiah intoned, silencing Colton with a sharp sidelong glance, "I'm given to understand that you returned to settle some of your late father's affairs. Don't worry, I haven't done any prying. But, I also understand that you've been living as a vagabond for some years now."
"That's correct, Your Majesty," Jerec admitted. "A lot of that was because…well, because I had only my own life to consider." Here, he paused and his gaze shifted to Melanie. "But lately, things have changed. When I spoke with General Tauroneo, he recommended that I see you and ask if you'd be willing to reinstate me as an officer in the Daein Royal Army. Did you ask me here because you've decided to do so?"
Here, Micaiah was silent for a moment, stroking her chin with one delicate finger for a long moment. After a pause, she spoke.
"As it happens," she began, "we could use a soldier and officer of your skills. But, I'd like to suggest an alternative. One which I think might be suited to you, given what I suspect of your circumstances."
With that, Micaiah turned her gaze towards Melanie and asked "Aren't you going to introduce me?"
"Oh!" Jerec blurted, suddenly feeling rather foolish. "Queen Micaiah, this is Melanie. She's…well, she's my fiancée."
"Why, congratulations!" Micaiah said, with surprising sincerity.
"Thank you, Your Highness," Melanie replied, curtsying. "It's an honor to meet you."
"Certainly found yourself a charming lady, eh Jerec?" Micaiah intoned. "You're from Crimea, I'm guessing?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. I come from Rivertown in the heartland."
"And how did your parents take the news of your engagement?"
"Actually, they don't know about it. They might not even be aware that I'm here."
"Ah, an elopement. Maybe Ike and Elincia started some sort of trend? Well, that's beside the point. I believe the offer I have in mind might benefit us all. You don't have totake me up on it right now, but it's something I'd like you to consider, seriously consider, for the future."
Jerec blinked. First Micaiah was complimenting him on his exploits while fighting against her, then she was congratulating him on his engagement, after that she was cracking jokes about him and Melanie "eloping", and now she was asking for favors?
Whatever was stirring in the Queen of Daein's head, it had certainly thrown Jerec for one loop after another all in the space of a few minutes.
"…Oh? What would that be?" he wondered, genuinely curious.
"I think it's no secret that Daein came away from the past two wars much the worse," Micaiah admitted, her tone turning grave. "Many of our best, and a few of our worst, were lost, as was much of our wealth. What wasn't spent on Ashnard's war was plundered by Begnion's late senators. And I imagine you're well aware that our reputation has also suffered. Neither Crimea nor the laguz nations are keen to aid us, and it's doubtful Begnion can, given that Empress Sanaki has her hands full."
"That was what you were discussing with those officials earlier, I take it?"
"I'll overlook your eavesdropping for the time being, but yes. I have sponsored efforts to secure passage for laguz refugees fleeing Begnion for Gallia, hoping that would attract notice, and foreign aid. But some minds are slower to change than others, and what aid has come in isn't nearly enough to help my…our people get back on their feet."
Micaiah's choice of phrase wasn't lost on Jerec, nor was how she was trying to mend Daein's tattered reputation with methods he himself would approve of. She still hadn't said how he fit into this, let alone what she wanted from him, but she still had managed to firmly get his attention.
I can see how she got Begnion in such a dither, Jerec mused. This woman's clever and compelling. Explains why Colton's such a fanboy of hers.
"That is why you are such a fortunate find," Micaiah spoke up again, shaking Jerec back to attention.
"…Oh? Why is that?" he wondered, curious and startled.
"You are a very unique specimen," Micaiah said, an interesting gleam in her eye.
"You are from Daein, and even have such a pedigree as being General Bryce's son, but you are very different from what pretty much everyone expects of a Daein. You are respected on both sides of the border. You have made friends with people who we once considered our enemies, and even fought alongside them during the war. You're even known to have adventured with Ike, Hero of Tellius, wielder of Ragnell, General of the Crimean Liberation Army, father of Sothe's children—"
"Wait, what?!"
"Oh, did I say that aloud? I used to needle Sothe with that line whenever he started talking about Ike. Please forget I said that. Pretty please. But, to come back to the point, you have something I need, and which no one I can send to plead our case has: you already have the respect of those we're asking for help. And I'd like you to use that to help us, by becoming our ambassador to Crimea and Gallia."
Maybe Colton had sensed this was coming…or he was still bewildered about that "father of Sothe's children" line. Regardless, his jaw had plummeted and he shook his head in amazement. As for Jerec, he was speechless for long moments.
"…W-What?" he uttered, dumbstruck. "That's…quite an offer. And, I understand why you'd think I'd make a good candidate, but…surely a lot of people here would protest the idea. I am still disliked by many Daeins now."
"True, but that can change," Micaiah pointed out. "We both know you can attest to that, after all. Still, I know it's a bit much to expect an answer right away. Do what you need to now, and the matter can be discussed further in the future."
And Jerec could sense that it would be…and that Micaiah stood a good chance of getting what she wanted. After all, since meeting Rose and Amanda, and reuniting with Tauroneo and Colton, Jerec could feel the distance he'd put between himself and his former homeland diminish. Not just because he had returned, but because he'd found, or rediscovered, people here that he cared for and whose futures might very well depend on whether Micaiah could accomplish her goals of mending the shattered nation of Daein.
A few weeks ago, the notion of helping her would've seemed ludicrous.
Now, it had become remarkably tempting.
"That's fair," he said, impressed by Micaiah's talent for getting into people's heads. "And, I'm deeply honored that you think I can play such an important role in improving the country's relations with Crimea and the laguz. I just hope that if I do take up the position, I won't let you down."
"Oh, I believe you will perform admirably," Micaiah replied, offering Jerec a friendly smile. "Also, before you leave, I have something for you. Think of it is as a wedding present, or as a down payment on your salary should you decide to accept my offer. Or both, maybe."
She then beckoned one of the guards to approach. The sentry seemed to be making a point of avoiding Jerec's gaze, but Jerec barely noticed when he saw what the sentry handed to the queen.
"Is that…?" he blurted, astonishment choking his words away.
"Why, yes, it is," Micaiah confirmed with a smile.
The simple confirmation did nothing to diminish Jerec's amazement. The queen held in her hand a Reginleif, a ceremonial lance that served, essentially, as a badge of office for the Riders of Daein. Modeled after a weapon reportedly favored by the warrior prince Ephraim of the mythical kingdom of Renais, the Reginlief was exquisitely crafted, enameled with gold and small gemstones, and adorned with a length of red and black velvet.
And as if that wasn't enough, Jerec belatedly realized that this was the very same Reginleif that had belonged to his father.
Jerec was barely aware of Micaiah pressing the Reginleif into his hands, but she must have since he felt his fingers close about the shaft.
"It's yours," Micaiah said simply.
"Your Majesty," Jerec gasped out. "I'm…stunned. Why would you want to just give this to me? I mean, I'm grateful, but I would've thought you'd want to keep something this valuable, especially since…well…"
"Since the late Begnion Senators practically picked this country clean and vandalized whatever they couldn't fit in their silky pockets? Well, consider it a sign of good faith. Not just to you, but whomever might see you carrying that. After all, those people out there who still think you're a traitor to this country? Tell me, does that claim make sense when weighed against me giving you something as valuable, and as important, as a Reginleif? For that matter, suppose you do take me up on my offer and become my ambassador. What do you imagine the people you're meeting with will think when they see you bearing a symbol of one of the highest honors this country could bestow?"
Jerec hardly needed to think about it. After all, King Renning had faced the Riders before and, even if Daein no longer bestowed the title, an ambassador who held their symbol could only be the best Queen Micaiah could send.
"Or, suppose you don't take my offer," Micaiah spoke up again. "Sell it. The right collector will pay you enough money to buy your first home. Either way, I think that'd settle the account between us and, whatever happens next, I have faith giving you the Reginleif will do some good."
Jerec wasn't sure if Micaiah was supremely confident this gesture would convince him to accept her offer, though he had to admit her confidence was likely warranted, or if she simply wanted to offer him recompense as well as prove, substantively, that Daein had changed for the better. Either way, there was no denying that the gesture was impressive, and that Micaiah would very likely get the ambassador she wanted.
She's smooth, Jerec mused to himself. But, maybe she really is what this country needs.
After a few more pleasantries, Micaiah allowed the small group to depart. At her suggestion, and Colton's insistence, Jerec placed the Reginleif conspicuously over his shoulder and walked ahead of the pair, allowing any onlookers to see it clearly as they exited the keep and reentered the city.
And if they weren't gawking at him before, they certainly were now.
None of these gawkers approached, but they did huddle into groups and begin whispering to each other, no doubt stunned by what they'd beheld. What they'd decide, Jerec had no idea, but he did have a chance that some would reconsider, which he could never have dreamed of not so long ago.
Very smooth indeed, he thought to himself.
"Well, what did I tell you?" Colton chimed in, grinning cheekily. "Quite an impressive lady, huh? And full of surprises! I had no idea any of the Reginleifs were left, let alone that she'd hand one over like that. Granted, I doubt anybody's earned the right to carry General Bryce's Reginleif more than you, but it's still impressive. So, you think you'll take her offer?"
"I'm considering it, which is something I never thought I'd say," Jerec admitted.
"I really hope you do. Queen Micaiah makes a pretty good case that you're the best man for the job. Not that I needed much convincing."
That thought, and the weight behind it, stuck with Jerec all through the walk back to Tauroneo's mansion. The old general greeted them at the door, informing the group that the wagon was prepared and that Jerec and Melanie could depart whenever they were ready. Unlike most, he did not gape at the Reginleif. He merely gave an approving nod, almost as if he'd anticipated, or guessed, where it had come from. Before Jerec could inquire, a silver and wooden wagon was drawn into view by a pair of lovely palomino horses. A smartly dressed man, possibly Tauroneo's own coachman, sat in the driver's position, forward and above the passenger compartment and gave the group a respectful inclination of his head.
"I guess it is time then," Tauroneo commented solemnly.
"I guess it is then," Jerec replied, his tongue suddenly feeling thick in his mouth as he turned to face Colton and Tauroneo.
"Well…" he said. "I guess this is goodbye… For now."
"Yeah…" Colton realized, his customary smile gone. "I'd almost forgotten that you were leaving again."
"I'm sorry… I know you would've liked me to stay, Colton. But of course, I have that mission to find Ike, and only about a million other things to take care of…"
"I know," Colton said quietly, though he still seemed like he was genuinely sad for the first time…well, perhaps ever. "But… You promised to write, remember. And also, whenever you do come back to visit your sister…visit me and my family too. Please? I don't want to go another three years without seeing you. I really don't. You're the only person in the Daein army I ever really wanted to call captain. Hell, Jerec, I wanted to someday call you general! General Jerec, Rider of Daein! Heck, you've already got the Reginleif, so I may as well have gotten my wish."
At this, a nostalgic smile tugged at Jerec's features.
"Wow… I really appreciate that," he said, truly touched. "Thanks so much. And of course I promise to visit you and the family. You deserve it anyway, since I left without even saying goodbye last time. And believe me, I regret that. I was so focused on my anger at what was going on in this country that I didn't think about those who cared for me and what they would think of my leaving. I was afraid you might be…angry at me."
At this, a flicker of pain crossed Colton's face and he heaved a sigh. He'd honestly been hoping that wouldn't come up, as his old friend hadn't been too far off the mark. And, the admission he was about to make was a weighty one indeed.
"I have to be honest with you, I was mad at first," he revealed. "I even believed for a short while that you were turning traitor. But I thought better of it. The man I looked up to all that time could never do such a thing. Especially when his father was just about the most loyal man in this nation. I practically idolized both of you. I had to believe that you had good reasons for leaving and…that's why I remained your friend and ally."
"…Wow, I see. I'm sorry I caused you to go through that," Jerec replied. "I really am. I…doubt anything I can do would make up for those mistakes anytime soon, but I will keep the promises I made, no matter what."
A smile finally returned to Colton's face. For once, it didn't seem the least bit punchable.
"Good. I'm glad to hear it."
"And hey, you can be sure I'll be right with Jerec when he visits too," Melanie added. "All this talk about your son has me curious, and I'm sure your wife is a wonderful lady."
"Right you are, on both counts! And great! I would expect no less of you two. Heh heh."
"And Jerec, you're always welcome to visit me if you need anything," Tauroneo stepped in. "I had promised your father as much and I owe it to both of you to keep it."
"Thank you, General," Jerec replied. "I appreciate it."
"Of course. And I wish you and your lovely fiancée good luck on your journeys."
"Thank you!" Melanie said. "I'll be sure to take good care of Jerec for you, General."
"And I'm glad to hear it!" Tauroneo replied with a weary, but sincere smile. "And I can certainly believe it too, given what you two have been through recently."
"Heh, I'll say…" Jerec added. "But thanks. And I won't forget."
With that, Jerec shook hands with both Colton and Tauroneo. He had to admit, despite his earlier misgivings about returning to Daein and the weighty responsibility Micaiah seemed keen for him to take on, he was genuinely glad that he returned, that he'd seen them again, that he'd met Rose and Amanda, and even that he'd heard Micaiah's offer. And, contrary to how he'd felt only days – or was it weeks? He'd lost track on his wild journey – he didn't want to have to leave them again, at least not so soon. But he was still needed elsewhere, and for how long, he did not know.
Yet, somehow, some way, Jerec knew he had to return to Daein again as soon as he could. Even if other people there still detested him.
Maybe it would be as Queen Micaiah's ambassador. Maybe it would be as an officer in the Daein army, or even one of the Riders as Colton was jollily insinuating. Or, maybe it would simply be to visit his half…no, his sister and her mother, as well as his friends. Regardless, he would return for those he cared for, no matter who thought what about him.
Besides, if he did become Micaiah's ambassador, and Daein did need him as muchas the silver-haired queen implied, then they'd have to get used to the idea.
Spying several people who had followed him and were trying unsuccessfully to hide behind some shrubs just beyond Tauroneo's front garden, Jerec accentuated the notion by hefting the Reginleif a bit higher, causing still more jaws to drop.
"How come people don't gawk at me like that anymore?" Colton joked as the group reconvened at Tauroneo's sitting room again. "I haven't gotten less charming after becoming a dad, have I?"
"Shut up," Jerec retorted. "Still, it is a lot to take in though. Wow…"
"Indeed, an offer like that from Her Majesty does not come often at all," Tauroneo agreed. "You would do well to give it due consideration. Speaking for myself, I can see where Queen Micaiah is coming from. And she might be right about what you can accomplish."
"I'll admit, that's just about the last thing I expected to hear from…well, anyone here, really. But I see what you mean. I'll give the offer serious consideration, general."
"And I can't believe we just met the queen herself!" Melanie said. "What an honor!"
"Yeah," Jerec said, "I can see why Colton is such a fanboy of hers. Makes me wonder how his wife puts up with it."
"Hey!" Colton blurted out. "I've never been unfaithful! Besides, being a wise-ass is my hobby. Get your own."
That gave the small group a good laugh, and it was with some reluctance that they sobered and turned to more serious matters.
"So, have you said your other good-byes?" Tauroneo inquired.
"Yes, General," Jerec confirmed. "I promised Rose to tell her all about my meeting with the queen, and I figured she'd be thrilled to see the Reginleif. I did keep it hidden, though. I figured it'd be best to wait until more people change their minds about me before I start advertising that I'm related to her."
"Smart thinking. I take it that went well?"
"It went great. If I could've had the two of them in my life sooner, I believe I would have. I'm not sure when I'll be back, or as what, but I will be back. You can count on it. But until then, Melanie and I have to get going. Until we all meet again."
"Indeed," Tauroneo said. "I'm very glad we had this chance to meet. I wish you both save travels and many happy years together."
"Same here," Colton added with a most definitely punchable smile. "And don't miss me too much!"
"I don't think that will be a big problem," Jerec replied, playfully rolling his eyes at Colton's remark. "But thanks to both of you."
With that, Jerec and Melanie made their way towards the coach. With some reluctance, they finally stepped inside and seated themselves. When the doors closed and coach began to lurch into motion, they waved goodbye to their friends one last time before leaving their line of sight. Jerec peered out of the window to watch Tauroneo's mansion grow farther and farther away from him and Melanie until it, too, disappeared from sight. He sighed heavily as he let his gaze wander over the landscape, wondering just how long it would be until he returned once more. He knew it would be quite some time, as a journey to and from Altarais to track down Ike was going to be very long in itself. And besides that, Jerec and Melanie also had their wedding to prepare for, which could also take a lot of time due to needing to gather funds for it. And that still left the question of when they might return to Daein to see Rosemary and Amanda again.
"It's hard saying good bye," Melanie spoke up, sensing her lover's feelings. "I can understand if it's bothering you."
"Yeah…" Jerec replied. "Though it's not so much about how much I'll miss them. Don't get me wrong, I already miss them. Truth be told, I'm more concerned about how long Colton, Rose, and Amanda are going to end up waiting to see me again. Everything that's ahead of us could take…quite a while to sort out."
"Oh, yeah… They would understand, though," Melanie pointed out. "You have a lot of things to do, and all of them are important."
"Don't I know it. And yet I still feel rather guilty. But I know I can't worry about it too much. I have to focus on those things I need to take care of."
"Indeed," Melanie agreed with a smile. "And you know I'll be there with you all the way."
"Heh, yeah. Thanks," Jerec replied, returning the gesture.