Ildrim chanted his incantation, there was a familiar lurch, and the party was transported to the keep in Firenze. Nicholas kept hold of Jhod Kavken’s hand. “Are you all right?” he asked the cleric. “Can you walk?”
“Why, yes, I…”
“Good. Come on.” Nicholas strode off briskly, dragging the cleric along, then stopped and pulled a vial from his pack. “Here, drink this,” he said. Jhod drank the potion and Nicholas handed him another. “And this. Better? Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?” Jhod asked.
“To my house,” Nicholas replied. “The rest of you are invited too,” he called over his shoulder as he dragged Jhod out the door.
“Nicky! You’re back already? Oh, Jhod!” Tamara led the cleric to a chair. He sighed heavily as he sat down. “Thank the gods you’re all right,” Tamara said. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Never mind that," Nicholas said. “Sorry, Jhod, you can rest later. But first you have to marry us.”
“Well, I…” Jhod looked a bit stunned.
“We can worry about that later, Nicky,” Tamara said. “Now’s not the time.”
“Now is definitely the time.” Nicholas turned to Tamara and took her hands in his. “We’ve waited long enough. All of our plans have been spoiled, but that doesn’t matter. Let’s just do it.”
The others had caught up by now and they crowded into the front room, along with a couple of gnomes who happened to be passing by.
“My friends,” began Jhod, “We are gathered here in the sight of Erastil… and Sarenrae,” he added, seeing Faisal frowning, “To witness the union of Nicholas and Tamara in marriage.”
“Nicholas and Tamara,” Jhod continued, “Do you both swear to love, support and protect each other and your family?”
“I do,” said Nicholas.
Everyone was silent, awaiting Tamara’s response. Nicholas couldn’t help thinking that it might be a good thing he still had his armour on.
“I do,” she said, and flung herself at Nicholas. They embraced and the room erupted in applause.