Cynara snorted wetly and shook herself from head to tail. Egil laughed, and as he looked up, he saw Bronwen laughing with him. And that was the third time they shared an emotion other than mutual dislike.
It would not be the last. The thought did not dismay him more than a little. They could work together. They were Heralds. Whatever their personal differences, they were born to live and work and fight side by side, like arrows in a quiver, or riders in a quadrille.
They saluted each other across the darkening arena, while the stars came out one by one, and the moon shone down.