Lara drank the last of her mead and looked into the fire. Sarna was at her side, engaged in a conversation with one of her followers. When Lara set down her tankard, Sarna turned. The firelight glowed off the queen’s tanned face.
“Have you enjoyed the celebration, sorceress-friend?” Sarna asked.
Lara smiled at her. “Aye. Very much so.” The food had been delicious and abundant, the dancing and entertainment, lively and engaging. But Danni had just disappeared into the hut he’d been staying in, surrounded, of course, by several women after his charms. That left her with an ache for Sha’ul so strong it had nearly taken her breath away.
“I’m glad.”
Lara surveyed the tables set up around the central fire. The feast had disintegrated to small individual parties and couplings and Lara wished
