Fate waited for us in the cathedral, her hands folded at her waist. She held out her arms as I ran to her, wrapping me up in an embrace. Rodrick entered slowly, dropping to his knees as soon as he laid eyes on her.
"My Lady," he breathed, bowing low.
She stroked my hair, giving him a gentle smile. "Rise, Rodrick. You have done me a great service, and I would not see you lower your head."
"I've done nothing but that which you've guided me, my Lady," he said.
"You've given my Oracle refuge in her darkest hours, not once, but twice. Please, raise your head."
Slowly, he did so, meeting her gaze. She smiled down on him, nodding her head.
"This is the realm of Haven, and the extent of my domain. Here, you may stand proudly, assured of your place. There is no need for groveling."
He straightened, his face lighting up. "Thank you, Lady Fate. Thank you."
"Arantius," Fate called.
