The Bird of the River

by Kage Baker

  “Maybe she sees. I hope so.” Eliss rewrapped The Silvergilts of Delairia and tucked it under her arm. “Come on now and say hello to Krelan. And be nice.”

  Alder rolled his eyes and looked stubborn, and the expression was so like little Alder’s on his long adolescent face that Eliss laughed. They walked away together, into the throng of people buying and selling, as the Bird of the River sat quiet at her mooring and the long summer day drew to a close.