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were several moments of silence as Blaize continued to think on what he had just learned.
    “What an adventure!” the large warrior finally exclaimed.  “I have so many questions I want to ask you, but there isn’t enough time for them this morning.  I have appointments that I need to get to.”
    “I’ll be here tomorrow morning,” Traven offered.
    “Until then,” Blaize said as he rose.  “If I can’t wait that long, I’ll seek you out tonight.”
    Blaize grinned and slapped Traven on the back.  He then glanced at the cloaked form of Darian who hadn’t said anything else since raising his hood.  Traven gave him a shrug.  Blaize raised an eyebrow and headed back towards the palace.  After he was gone, Traven turned to find Darian lowering his hood.
    “What was that all about?” Traven asked his elven friend.
    “What?”
    “You didn’t have to be so rude to Blaize.  He’s like a father to me.  I think he reacted much better than most humans would.”
    “I wasn’t being rude,” the elf replied.  “I was merely letting him know that he has no power over me.  You are a wielder and my master, but he is only a human.”
    Traven was reminded that the elves viewed themselves as far superior to humans.  Darian’s devoted service had made it easy to forget how the elf had originally treated him when he arrived at Faldor’s Keep.  He supposed the more Darian was around humans, the more comfortable he would become.
    “I will try to be more civil in the future,” Darian said, interrupting Traven’s thoughts.
    “Thank you,” Traven replied.  “We better return to the palace as well.  I want to have time to eat breakfast and freshen up before my meeting with the princess.”
    “I am sure you do,” Darian answered with a hint of amusement in his voice.
    Traven hurried towards the palace with Darian close behind him.  He wouldn’t deny that he was looking forward to spending time alone with the princess.  He had even asked Darian to keep his distance while the two of them were to be together.  Traven hadn’t been alone with Princess Kalista since they had both been locked up in the ancient tower in the marsh north of Calyn and was eager to see how she would act towards him now.
    He was soon in the palace and back into the antechamber of his guest room.  Darian entered the room after him and shut the door.  They were both happy to find a large platter of breakfast pastries and fruits sitting on a table.  After eating his fill, Traven entered his bedchamber, freshened up, and switched into a clean pair of his black clothes.  He buckled on his sword and looked himself over in the large mirror that hung in the room.  He carefully straightened his hair and smoothed out the few wrinkles in his shirt.  He turned to the left and right, inspecting himself.
    “May I speak freely, Master?” Darian said suddenly, startling him.  He hadn’t realized the elf had been watching from the doorway.
    “Go ahead,” he replied as he turned away from the mirror.
    “I believe your obsession with the princess to be unhealthy,” Darian stated.
    “What are you talking about?  I’m not obsessed with the princess.”
    “Yes, you are,” the elf continued.  “You have only met her briefly a few times, and yet it seems that ever since I swore devotion to you, you have spent the majority of your time thinking about her.  I will admit that she is a rare beauty for a human.  Even among the elves she would be considered lovely, but to be so infatuated with a woman’s beauty can only lead to problems.”
    “That’s not why I’m anxious to meet with her today,” Traven replied defensively.
    “Really?”
    “Yes, really.”
    “I still must not understand humans very well.  During our travels to save her, you stared longingly at her image upon your screeing dish almost every day.  You dreamt of her at night and constantly feared for her safety.  Even now that she is safe, you have confessed that