"Juno," Yarrow swore, and placed a hand on Jules' shoulder. "You have the time you need, friend. But may I request you stay in town until after the second? I know it is nine days away, but I would appreciate it."
Jules nodded. "Don't think Sarai will be able to leave that quickly anyway. She's High Priestess now," he said, in an afterthought designed to keep back tears.
"Is she?" Yarrow said, compassion in her eyes. "Convey to her my congratulations, will you?"
Jules nodded again. "Can do."
"Good. Dismissed, soldier."
Jules stood at attention and saluted, a gesture Yarrow returned. "Yes Ma'am," he said, and marched from the mess hall.
Lares leaned down beside Anala's ear. "Permission to go, Bellica?" he asked softly, his eyes still following Jules. Anala waved her hand and then Lares
