The little girl, Maera, turned and looked at Justin. She was all smiles.

"I saw him run across the bridge, so I came to find him," she said. "I knew it was him! Would've swore it was him-with every swear word I ever heard-"

"Hush, now," the big man whispered. Then, in a bigger voice, "Sir Justin, your holiness. Never, even in the darkest hour, did I lose hope that you would return. This is truly a glorious day. My sword is at your service."

Justin cocked an eyebrow. "Sir ...