Chapter 9Spring finally arrived and Qildor and Pilore’s relationship was still stalemated where it had been since what seemed like forever, at least as far as Qildor was concerned. He was at the point where he was going to push them to take the final step—if he could get up the nerve.
Part of the problem, and he knew it, was that between his job, his magic lessons with Pilore, and the intense training he was receiving from the king’s healer, they had almost no personal time together.
“I have to change that somehow,” he told himself as he hurried to take off the rough clothes he wore for his construction job and put on something more respectable. He had another lesson with the king’s healer that Friday evening, which didn’t give him much time to make supper. As soon as he was dressed, he
