Epilogue
Joy’s hand rested in Barnaby’s. Outside the coach, village life continued without them.
The carriage dipped as another traveler climbed on board, squeezing into the last remaining space.
Behind the newcomer, a smiling face popped in at the door.
“From the missus,” said Mr. Brewster, handing Joy a small parcel wrapped in brown paper.
“Sandwiches for the next stop. Mrs. Brewster seems to think Mr. Ash does not like the merry hubbub of a posting inn. I told her she was mistaken, but she insisted.”
“Thank you,” said Joy, taking the package and tucking it into the basket at her feet.
“Very kind of her,” Barnaby added, reclaiming his wife’s hand as soon as it was free.
She smiled up at him, her face the picture of contentment. Barnaby’s heart swelled. Happiest man alive, that’s what he was. Off on a new adventure with his true love and best friend.
He looked beyond the innkeeper to the lone figure of Mr. Tully, who hovered near the horses.
“You think your father will be all right? He’s never been alone before.”
“He’s not alone,” Mr. Brewster assured him. “Got the whole of Fenwick to keep him company.”
“Still…”
“That’s why I love you, Barnaby Ash,” said Joy, lifting the back of his hand to her lips and kissing it. “You’re a thoughtful soul. But Mr. Brewster is right. Father has his work and friends. And I shall write him often. He will manage well enough.”
“But he lingers so…” Barnaby’s gaze remained upon Tully.
“He is only doing what any good father would,” said Brewster. “Said my goodbyes to my own daughter in much the same way. What sort of man sits in his house when he could be waving as his flesh and blood departs? Don’t you worry. I’ll invite him over for a mug of ale once you’ve gone. On the house.”
The carriage dipped once more as the driver mounted his box seat.
“Time to go.” Mr. Brewster stepped back. “Safe journey. And don’t be strangers. Fenwick will want its legend-bringers to come and celebrate its growing success.”
Joy and Barnaby exchanged glances.
The groom mercifully closed the door before they were obliged to answer.
The crowded passengers jolted as the wheels lurched into motion. Outside, Mr. Tully raised his hat and waved it at them. Joy waved back, though the close quarters restricted the enthusiasm of her motions.
The horses eased into a more fluid stride as they pulled their heavy load beyond the inn, allowing the briefest view of the well behind it.
Barnaby sat back against the leather upholstery. No wings. No itch. The fae world had receded. Yet it had left behind a bright promise of many happy endings to come. The love that was his and Joy’s was but the beginning.
Ah, yes. He tipped his brow to touch that of his darling wife. Their magic would last a lifetime.
As for Fenwick, the magic would last forever…