Moving Targets and Other Tales of Valdemar

It would not be the last. The thought did not dismay him more than a little. They could work together. They were Heralds. Whatever their personal differences, they were born to live and work and fight side by side, like arrows in a quiver, or riders in a quadrille.

They saluted each other across the darkening arena, while the stars came out one by one, and the moon shone down.