“Gramps?” Gavin knelt beside him. “Gramps, it’s me, Gavin. I’m back.”
At first Gramps didn’t move. Then he stirred slightly and his eyes opened. They were the same blue as Gavin’s, though filmy with age.
“Boy?” he said gruffly. “That you?”
Gavin took his hand. “I’m here, Gramps. I’m back.”
“Well, where the hell have you been all this time?”
Alice put a hand to her mouth to smother a laugh, and Gavin smiled. “It’s a long story, Gramps.”
“Don’t tell me now, boy. I don’t have time. Just do one thing for me, will you?”
“Anything, Gramps. You know that.”
“Play.”
Alice gave Gavin his fiddle. Carrie appeared in the doorway, holding the nightingale as Gavin tuned up. He sang:
I see the moon, the moon sees me.
It turns all the forest soft and silvery.
The moon picked you from all the rest,
For I loved you best.
Gramps gave Gavin a proud smile, exhaled once, and died.
They held the wedding a month later on the deck of the Lady of Liberty. Alice wore a white gown, which was still the rage for brides, and her spiders and whirligigs accompanied her down the aisle to the helm. Gavin awaited her in a new set of white leathers of his own, and he couldn’t stop smiling. Click flatly refused to carry the rings, though he did deign to sit on the generator and watch. The priest, hired from a local parish, seemed a bit overwhelmed at marrying a baroness aboard an airship high above the city, but he performed the ceremony without a hitch. Carrie Ennock, her hands no longer reddened with work, looked ready to burst with pride and happiness, and Gavin’s brothers and sisters cheered when Gavin lifted Alice’s veil to give her a long, lingering kiss.
They held a reception directly afterward, with a great deal of drinking and music from hired musicians. Gavin thought it strange to have music played for him instead of by him, but it was his wedding day, so nothing was likely to be normal.
After the sun went down and Alice’s whirligigs shuttled the guests back to the ground, they abruptly found themselves on an empty deck. The lights of Boston spread out below them like snowflakes scattered across velvet.
“Alone at last with my wife,” Gavin said, trying out the phrase.
“Alone at last with my husband,” she replied, doing the same.
“So why are we up here instead of in our stateroom?” He held out his arm to her. “Madam?”
She took it. “Sir.”
He paused to kiss her one more time. “I love you-”
“Always,” she finished. “Yes. Yes, indeed.”
They strolled below, and Gavin couldn’t stop himself singing. Alice joined in.
The moon picked you from all the rest,
For I loved you best.
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