[The Sixth Wizard]

Garnae and Cordelia rode silently under a moonlit glade of trees. His fatherish side thought, C'mon, you've got a really pretty girl by your side in the wilderness, and we're almost there, say something!

"I like your hair," blurted Garnae. Argh!, thought the father-side.

Cordelia looked at him puzzledly.

"Er - I mean, I just noticed it as that leaf fell from the tree. The way the women in my village tie theirs is so tight and boring, yours reflects the wild of the land and the trees. It's a nice change."

"Thanks," said Cordelia. At least she didn't look annoyed or laugh at him. His father-side sighed inwardly. Quiet you, thought Garnae.

They drew up to the darkness of the estate at last. Garnae first headed toward the stable, quickly tying up Crean, he had a feeling they were late. As he helped Cordelia from her horse he hung his lantern on the hook near the door, and tried to hurry inside...