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“My lady!”
She heard the hale behind her, but her eyes were on the road ahead. She did not want to turn, to acknowledge that call.
“Lady Saeryn!”
Poor man sounded desperate. But Saeryn was desperate, too. She trained her eyes upward to the top of the hill and then turned and looked over her shoulder. It was Hilderinc. He was probably sent with an order. She looked forward again and began to draw her rein.
But then, over the crest of the hill, she saw riders coming. Against the pale blue sky, they were just dark silhouettes without recognizable features, but Saeryn knew them almost at once. The one on the right was only small enough to be a hobbit, and the one on the left was a woman. Eodwine rode in the center. She could not mistake him.
She forgot about Hilderinc behind her. She forgot about the child within her. She forgot everything except for Eodwine as she dug her heels into her horse’s side and bent over his neck. He sprang forward eagerly, taking the hill with powerful strides, galloping up towards her dear, beloved husband.
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