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Prologue
Keladry of Mindelan gaped at the massive Steadfast. It's just not fair! We only had two and a half months to get New Haven together, and compared to this we look a peasant's shack. Fort Mastiff, under Lord Raoul careful guidance, had turned from ram-shamble fort to a compound, housing 800 hundred men, for somehow Raoul had made more room. As the men at the gate opened it, Kel caught a glimpse of two riders riding out the other gate. One was a man, tall with brown hair, and the other horse carried two riders, a woman and child, the child reminding her of Irnai the seer child. Suddenly Kel heard, "Dom, the Stump doesn't tie my tongue in a knot, since I am Sir Meathead, who was squire to Alanna of the sharp tongue, at least I hope he doesn't, I like my tongue, Dom."
And Kel remembered,
Flashback
"Your hands," Kel pointed out as Neal simply blinked at her. He looked, and saw that they were not entirely clean, and let out a sound that was a cross between an anguished cry and a wail. Back into the infirmary he went.
"If he's like this now, what will he be like when his daughter tries for her knighthood?" a youthful voice asked.
Kel looked Irnai. She was one of several homeless children who had come to live at headquarters with Kel, Neal, Merric, and Tobe. She did her best to act like a normal child of her age, but when she foresaw things, she sounded as world-weary as Neal at his most sophisticated.
"Perhaps we won't share that knowledge with him just yet?" suggested Kel. "Let it be a surprise for him."
Irnai grinned up at her. "He doesn't like surprises, and the road of his life is littered with them. I like that."
Steadfast
Kel came back to reality with a pang. She was inside, sitting on her bed, because she had somehow come inside and walked into her room without consciously doing it. Someone was knocking at her door. She opened it, finding Neal standing there, waiting for her.
"Yuki has called us to her rooms, probably more wedding plans, and she knows I am the person for wedding planning. I even do catering."
Kel snorted, and followed him to Yuki's room. Neal looked so eager; you could tell that he hadn't seen his betrothed yet. They stopped in front of Yuki's door. Neal, always the gentle noble, held the door open, and Kel walked in, and stopped dead. She was shocked.
"Kel, I can't see quite over you."
Kel moved stiffly, still in shock. Where she had been a second ago Neal stood, frozen in place. Yuki stood there, well into pregnancy.
"Neal, I am going to be blunt. I am almost nine months pregnant. I couldn't tell you over scrying, so I was going to travel to see you. But now you're here."
3 days later
Neal looked amazed at his daughter. She was the most beautiful child she had ever seen. Her name was Crealaine.