sustains the land, that gives life to us all but particularly to the once-fairy. We commune with Landover as a people who have spent allour lives caring for and healing her. It is our heritage and bond.”
Ben nodded, but felt something drop away inside him. “I don’t see why I can’t go with you.”
He saw her throat constrict, and there were tears in her eyes. “I know. I have tried to find a way to tell you, to explain it to you. I think that I will have to ask simply that you trust me.”
“I do trust you. Always. But this is hard to understand.”
And more. It was worrisome. He had not felt comfortable being separated from her since their journey back to Earth to recover Abernathy and the missing medallion, when she had almost died. He had relived all the nightmares of Annie’s death, of the death of their unborn child, and of the severing of some part of himself that had come about as a result of their dying. Each time there was a separation from Willow, however necessary, however brief, the fear returned. It was no different now. If anything, the feeling was stronger because the reasons for their separation were so difficult to grasp.
“How soon must you go?” he asked, still struggling to come to grips with the idea. All of his earlier happiness seemed to have leaked away.
“Tomorrow,” she said. “At sunrise.”
His desperation doubled. “Well, at least take Bunion with you. Take someone for protection!”
“Ben.” She held both of his hands in her own and moved so close to him that he could see himself reflected in her eyes. “No one will go with me. I will go alone. You needn’t worry. I will be safe. I don’t need looking after. You know that. The once-fairy have their own means of protection within Landover, and I will be in the homeland of my people.”
He shook his head angrily. “I just don’t see how you can be sure of that! And I still don’t see why you have to go alone!”
In spite of his efforts to keep calm, his voice had risen and taken on an angry edge. He stepped away from her, trying to distance himself from what he was feeling. But she would not release his hands.
“This child is important to us,” she said softly.
“I know that!”
“Shhhh. The Earth Mother told us of its importance, do you remember?”
He took a deep breath. “I do.”
“Then accept that our needs must give way to those of the child,” she whispered. “Even though it hurts, even though the reasons are not clear, even though we might wish it otherwise.” She paused. “I do not want this any more than you do. Do you believe that?”
He was caught off guard. It had not occurred to him that she was not a willing party to this decision. “Yes, I believe it,” he told her finally.
“I would have you come if it were possible. I would never leave your side for a moment if it were possible. But it is not. It is not in the nature of life that we can be together in all things.”
She waited for him to speak. He stared at her wordlessly for a long time, thinking. Then he said, “I guess that’s true.”
“It will be all right,” she told him.
She put her arms around him and held him close against her. He lowered his face into her emerald hair and found himself aching already from having her gone. His fear was a black cloud that scudded about in the corners of his heart. He realized anew how different they really were, a human and a sylph, and how much there was about her that he still didn’t know.
“It will be all right,” she repeated.
He did not argue, because he knew there was no point in doing so. But he could not help wondering if he shouldn’t try.
Roots
Willow’s journey from Sterling Silver was a relatively uneventful one. She departed under cover of darkness, slipping from the castle unseen and unheard. The guards of the night watch might have sensed her in some dim, quickly forgotten way, but the once-fairy retained enough of the old ways that she could disappear as
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