The roll and sway beneath him could only mean that he was in a wagon and, wrapped as he was, he could only assume it was a death cart he rode in, which meant Decimus was thought dead along with his wife.
Mary had gotten her way. He was not certain whether to be angry or relieved. But then it mattered not, for the deed was done and could not be revised.
He thought about her words to him. She had not expected him to completely give up his work to help the innocent, she merely wished him to change the way he helped. Was it possible? Could he teach as Mary’s father had taught? He could help many remain free and he would . . .
See his child born.
The thought was a jolt to his heart and he suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of relief and joy. He would have a life with Mary and their child, and more children would now be possible. He would be able to resume use of his name and his bloodline would endure.
He wanted to wrap his arms around his wife and hug her tightly, let her know that her strength and wisdom was much appreciated.
She had courageously set them free.
Decimus listened as Magnus instructed his men to guard the trail and make certain no one followed them. One by one he heard the men ride off. Then after what seemed like an hour of riding along a bumpy road, the wagon drew to a halt.
Mary was lifted off him and he felt another body beside him that was quickly removed. He was lifted out last and unwrapped from the blanket. His wife stood before him, Magnus and Thomas flanking her.
Magnus was the first to speak. “She did this because she loves you.”
Decimus stepped forward and stopped abruptly, catching sight of the blood that soaked her stomach.
She hurried up to him and pressed her hand to his fake heart wound. “Goose blood.”
He grabbed hold of her and hugged her tightly to him. “You took such a chance.”
“I had to,” she said, tears rolling down her cheeks. “I could not live without you. And the seer told me it was time for Decimus to die.”
He looked at her oddly. “The seer?”
“The old woman, in the village you took me to, she was a seer. She told me that Decimus was my destiny and that I would be his demise. I did not understand her words until I discovered that you and the Dark One were one. Then I realized what she meant. With Decimus’s demise, my destiny with you would be secured.”
He cupped her face in his hands. “And you had the courage to meet our destiny. I am proud to call you my wife.”
They kissed and Magnus and Thomas grinned.
Roarke stepped into view. “Almost lost my head because of you.”
The two men grabbed each other in a bear hug.
“You took an extreme chance for me, Roarke.”
“Not only for you, Michael, for me as well. I have grown tired of running and hiding. Now that it is done, thanks to your wife, I am grateful.”
“There will be time for talk between you three later,” Magnus said. “You must hurry and be on your way. Decimus’s men may have attempted to follow. You need to get yourselves as far from here as possible, as fast as possible.”
Thomas had retrieved two sacks from beneath the front seat. He placed them on the end of the wagon and opened one.
“Brigid and Reena saw to packing clean clothes,” Thomas said. “It would do you no good to be seen with blood-ridden garments. They also managed to pack a sack of food.”
“Kiss them for me,” Roarke said and reached for clean garments.
Mary took her clothes and walked into the woods to change quickly while the two men saw to shedding their bloody garments. In minutes the trio looked like ordinary peasants, except for the sapphire and garnet rings on Decimus’s fingers.
He took them off and handed them to Magnus. “Do what you will with them, I care not.” He then slipped his arm around Mary. “I have a gem worth much more.”
With handshakes, hugs and waves the group parted.
“I am going to scout ahead a few feet to make certain no one is about,” Roarke said and walked on.
Decimus took hold of Mary’s hand and they began to walk. “You will tell me when you grow tired.”
She smiled and grasped his hand tightly. “I feel wonderful. We are free. Free to love and live and that makes this a glorious day.”
“I agree,” he said with a huge grin. “And know, wife, that I love you with all my heart.”
“And know, husband . . .” She paused and frowned at him. “Who is my husband? I want his real name.”
“It has been so long since I have spoken it.”
“Then it is time for you to speak it once again, for your child shall carry your name.”
He smiled with pride and looked upon his wife. “I am Ryan of Emlygrennan.”
Mary grinned. “And I am Mary wife of Ryan of Emlygrennan.”
Ryan kissed her, slipped his arm around her waist, and together they took their first steps into the future as husband and wife.
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