The Sea King said, face shifting between recognizably male, female, androgynous and in between, “He may leave—”
“Thank you—”
“If you will stay.”
Jeremiah’s second “Thank you” of agreement landed without skipping a beat; Cade said, “What?”
They scowled at him: capricious and motherly and disapproving of an unruly child. “You heard us.”
“I’m taking your place,” Jeremiah explained. “Magic. Rules. Your bargain was for one person. Don’t argue.”
“It is, after all, a favor,” the Sea King observed, fingering a manuscript Cade had carried off from a captain’s log. “We are allowing you to choose. Even after you arrived withoutan invitation.”
“I had one,” Jeremiah said, “once.”
“Yes,” the Sea King said, “and we shall certainly inform our son that you’ve returned; he’ll be pleased.”
Cade, at this new information, stared at Jeremiah; the target of his silent shouting questions refused to look over, and said to the infinite eyes of the ocean, “So let Cade go.”