Chapter Eighteen: Learned Man

Emilian stayed with MeiLan until he had to go back to the stables for evening chores.  His face was set in grim lines as he forked grass into the manger.  Four black heads poked over the stall doors and watched him with large, gentle eyes, their noses stretching toward him as though they wanted to comfort him.  He absently reached out a hand to stroke a velvety muzzle, but his mind was still on his mistress.  Although she seemed to be improving, the fever had frightened him.  If something should happen to the good lady, how would he go on?  He would end up back on the streets with no hope and no purpose.  It was more than that though.  The thought of losing MeiLan from the world forever made his heart ache in an unfamiliar way.