There was a snort behind her. "I doubt that," said Jules, but there was no malice in it and she let it go.
She looked ahead to where Yarrow and Caelum rode, and saw they were talking now. Or, rather, Caelum was talking and Yarrow was listening.
"I wonder what they're talking about," she said softly, so only Jules could hear her.
He didn't have an answer for her.
Caelum
Caelum couldn't believe his luck. He was riding next to Yarrow and she wasn't trying to stab him.
And she doesn't hate me. She'd said so. How amazing was that?
He still had more to tell her, of course. There'd be plenty of time on this trip, and he'd already made a large first step. She'd listened. He was so happy.
And so glad he'd listened to his Uncle Pieter, whose lessons had been invaluable. He was a new Caelum,
