〃I started。 Go ahead。〃 He handed her the envelope。
Jehane took it； unfolded the paper and began reading。 Alvar walked to a sideboard and poured himself a glass of wine。 He glanced at Marisa who shook her head； and at Ammar who nodded。 He poured for the other man； his dearest friend in the world； and carried it over； unmixed。
Jehane was reading aloud。 〃 。。。 turbulent this summer。 Fernan and the king have taken the last three cities of Al…Rassan。 I don't know the details； I never ask； but in two of them the slaughter was bad； it seems。 I know this can bring you no joy； not even Alvar； and I know it will be a great grief for Ammar。 Does he believe I bear him no ill…will； even now？ Will he accept that I have an understanding of his sorrow； and that Rodrigo would have understood it as well？
I do not think Fernan does； though Diego might。 I'm not sure。 I don't see them very much any more； of course。 Diego and his wife have had a boy by Jad's grace； my first grandson； and the mother is well。 He is named Rodrigo； but you would know that。 Diego has been honored by the king with a new title； created for him： he is the first chancellor of united Esperana。 The people are saying that Fernan will win our wars and Diego will guide us in peace。 I am proud of them both； of course； though could wish； as a mother； for more kindness in Fernan。 I suppose we all know where he lost his gentleness； but I may be the only one who remembers when he had it。
I sound old； don't I？ I have a grandchild。 I am old。 Most of the time I don't think I've changed so much； but I probably have。 You wouldn't recognize the king； by the way…he's grown enormously fat； like his father。
They moved Rodrigo's bones this spring； before the summer campaign began。 I didn't want him to leave the ranch； but both boys and the king thought he ought to be honored in Esteren and I didn't have the heart to fight them all。 I used to be better at fighting。 I did insist on one thing； and Diego and King Ramiro； to my surprise； agreed。 The words above him are from the ones Ammar sent me so long ago。
I thought I would be the only one who felt that was proper but I wasn't。 I went there for the ceremony。 Esteren is greatly changed； of course…Alvar； you wouldn't know it at all。 Rodrigo lies now in a bay to one side of the god disk in the royal chapel。 There's a statue； in marble； done by one of Ramiro's new sculptors。 It isn't really Rodrigo； of course…the man never knew him。 They gave him his father's eagle helm and the whip and a sword。 He looks terribly stern。 They carved Ammar's words at the base of the statue。 In Esperanan； I'm afraid； but the king did the translation himself； so I suppose that counts for something； doesn't it？
He did it like this：
Know； all who see these lines；
That this man； by his appetite for honor；
By his steadfastness；
By his love for his country；
By his courage；
Was one of the miracles of the god。
Jehane stopped reading； struggling visibly。 At times Alvar thought she would do better if she let herself cry。 Marisa had said the same thing； more than once。 Jehane had wept when her father died； and when her third child…her daughter…was stillborn； but Alvar couldn't remember any other times； not since a twilit hill by Silvenes。
Even now she controlled herself； laid the letter aside and said； in a thin voice； 〃Perhaps I ought to finish this after the celebration？〃
As if to reinforce that； a girl's impatient voice was heard calling from the courtyard： 〃Will you e on！ We're all waiting！〃
〃Let's go；〃 Alvar said； allowing himself to take charge。 〃Dina's likely to assault me if I make her wait any longer。〃
They went out to the courtyard。 His friends were there…quite a few of them。 Eliane bet Danel； Jehane's mother； had e to honor him and he saluted her first of all。 His daughters skittered about like a pair of long…legged colts putting everyone in their proper places before they bolted for the kitchen； giggling。
〃You are all；〃 said Marisa； as soon as they were out of earshot； 〃on your oaths not to mention that the cakes are burnt。〃
There was laughter。 Alvar looked for ibn Khairan。 He had taken a chair in one corner of the garden where he could stretch out his leg。
Dina and Razel came back； more decorously； bearing their enterprise on silver trays。 No one said a word about the cakes。 Alvar； who thought his daughters embodied all the graces of both moons； thought they were delicious and said so。 Marisa made sure his wine glass was always full。
He was toasted several times； made a few wry jests in the speech they demanded： about being ready to settle by the fire now but not being able to afford to do so until his burdens had been properly married off。 The girls made faces at him。
Ammar； from his corner； declared that he and Eliane were in no way ready to surrender their places by the fire。 Alvar would have to wait his turn。
The afternoon passed。 When his friends rose to go； Alvar was touched and a little surprised by the warmth with which they embraced him。 It still came as a source of wonder to him that he was a man with nearly grown daughters and a loving wife and that so many people seemed to regard him with affection。 In his own mind； much of the time； he was still the same person； barely e to manhood； who had ridden from Carcasia； stirrups ically high； with Rodrigo Belmonte one morning long ago。
He seemed to have had a great deal to drink； much more than usual。 Marisa's doing。 She'd evidently decided it would be good for him today。 He remembered kissing Eliane goodbye； holding her gently as she reached up and patted his cheek。 That； too； had been a source of wonder； years ago； when he had realized that she approved of him。 He looked around。 The girls were gone； and Jehane and Ammar's twins。 Somewhere upstairs； causing mischief almost certainly。 They would probably hear a scream in due course。
It was quiet in the courtyard now； and a little cold。 Marisa had brought out a shawl for herself and one for Jehane who had taken her mother home and returned。 Jehane was lighting candles。 Alvar made as if to rise and help； but she motioned him back to his chair。
He sat back dutifully； but then； as a strong impulse overtook him； stood up and made his way； carrying his glass and the flask； to the seat beside Ammar。 Ibn Khairan was nursing the last of his wine； Alvar filled his glass。
〃Fare gently in the god； old friend；〃 Ammar said to him； smiling gravely。 〃My love and good wishes； today and all days。〃
Alvar nodded his head。 〃Will you do something for me？〃 he asked。 〃I know this is a celebration。 It has been。 But the girls are upstairs with your boys； we needn't worry about disappointing them。〃
〃A good thing；〃 Ammar said； with a straight face。
Alvar snorted。 Everyone teased him on the subject of his daughters。 〃But truthfully； the day will be wrong for me if we pretend nothing has happened； or changed。 I can't pretend。 Ammar； you've improvised for kings and khalifs； will you honor my birth day by doing so for me？ Or is it too much to ask？〃
Ammar's expression had changed。 He set down his wine。 〃The honor will be mine；〃 he said quietly。 〃Have you a theme？〃
〃You know the theme。〃
The two women had e nearer； and now they sat down next to each other； wrapped in their shawls； on a stone bench。
There was a silence。 They watched ibn Khairan； and waited。 From upstairs the sound of their childrens' laughter carried down to the garden through an open window。
Ammar said：
Ask Fezana what has bee of Fibaz；
And where is Ardefio； or where Lonza？
Where is Ragosa； the seat of great learning；
How many wise men remain there？
Where is Cartada； city of towers；
In the red valley of its power？
Or Seria where the silk was spun？
Where are Tudesca； Elvira； Aljais；
And where； in this twilight； is Silvenes？
The streams； the perfect gardens；
The many arched courtyards of the Al'Fontina？
The wells and the fountains weep far sorrow；
As a lover does when dawn es
To take him away from his desire。
They mourn for the passing of lions；
For the ending of Al…Rassan the Beloved；
Which is gone。
The measured； beautiful voice fell silent。 Alvar looked up