I will take you home, his lord had said. Home. He held to that word, as a man holds to a rope in a raging sea.
You could never demand intimacy – you could only volunteer it.
I would know you from the heart of the sun. I would know you even if I were mad. I will know you always, whatever form I wear. I swear it.
Men did not touch each other as Karadur touched this man unless they were lovers. But there was more between them, a connection, a feeling that was present even when they sat apart.