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really have such places." He ruffled his son's hair. "Once you are on board ship, you might ask the Lady Sabrina all about it.
    She'll be going back to Ionary with Chase. And," Conar slid his hands to his son's shoulders, "You will see to Mistress Ruck for me. I've already told her she'll be going back with the men and she's not happy about it."
    "But you're her Overlord, too," Wyn chuckled. "She has to do as you say, doesn't she, Papa?"
    Conar didn't answer. "Make sure she stays in Serenia once she gets there, Wynland. That is the only thing I ask of you."
    Wyn's face lost its smile. "I will miss you, Papa."
    "I will miss you, too."
    "And I love you, Papa!" The young man put his arms about his father and hugged him only briefly, then leapt up from the floor and was out of the room before Conar could answer.
    Conar McGregor, the rightful King of Serenia, the Dark Overlord of the Wind, the man Charlotte Boyett-Compo WINDRETRIEVER 18
    freedom fighters on three continents called Commander, sat where his son had left him and stared across the still room, his hands loosely gripping the arms of his chair. He could not remember a time in present memory when he had felt so alone, so cast away from those he loved. He had sent his son and the men of the Wind Force back to his homeland. He had ordered Meggie Ruck back, as well, even though it had been a hard-won battle between Mistress and Consort. Now, he thought, as he sat there, his heart aching inside him, he had just one more person's safety to insure before he could begin his fight in Rysalia.
    And that was the one person in all the world he wanted least to send away.
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Chapter Three
    "Do you think he'll come to say goodbye?" Holm asked as he looked out over the yarboard rail of the Anna Katrine.
    "Not a chance," Thom replied, squinting as he gazed up at the crow's nest where Wyn had climbed aloft to view Asaraba. "You know how he feels about goodbyes."
    "Aye," Holm sighed. "That I do." He turned his back to the rail and leaned against it, folding his beefy arms over his wide chest. "I ain’t so sure we're doing the right thing in leaving him here."
    "It is what he wanted," Ching-Ching reminded the captain of the Ravenwind. "We must abide by his wishes."
    "Even when you know he's making a mistake?" Paegan grumbled.
    "Even then, young one," Ching-Ching answered.
    Prince Lares Taborn, the youngest son of King Shalu knocked politely on his father's cabin door and waited patiently for the command to enter. When no such order came, he knocked again.
    "Papa? It's me, Lares."
    "I've already tried talking to him," the Lady Sabrina told the young man. "Your father is most rude. He did not even show me the courtesy of answering."
    Lares looked down at his boots. "Sometimes he can be a bit …." He searched for the right word, could not seem to find one adequate to the situation and shrugged. "He's just angry."
    "And hurt," Sabrina replied, putting a gentle hand on the young black man's back. "Maybe even a bit disappointed."
    "He thinks of Lord Raven as one of his own," Lares mumbled. "Sometimes I think he loves him better than any of us."
    Sabrina smiled. "I would not think so. Perhaps he just gives him more notice than he does the rest of you." She rubbed Lares' back. "Isn't it usually the child who gives the parent the most trouble who gets the most attention?"
    Shalu's son thought about that for a moment and then grinned. "Aye," he agreed. "I see your point."
    "Give your father time," Sabrina advised him. "He will adjust to the situation. It is never easy for a parent to admit his child has grown up under his very nose."
    "HE AIN’T GROWN UP!" came the thundering boom from behind the cabin door.
    Sabrina's smile widened and she shook her head. "Neither, it seems, has the father."
    Captain Serge Nickolayevich Kutuzov glanced once more to the wharf. He strained to see the one face he hoped might be there. He had held back their sailing time by