"Weeken–...," began Eryl in one of those voices that had trouble sounding audible.
In an instant, her mind pendulated in the other direction: back-straight, face bright and wiggling on her cushion. It took great self-control not to show the celebration happening in her mind."You may call me Ruarc, yes."
"Weekends are normally reserved for you, Jane," said Eryl, with more evident affection than she would if she weren't processing elation, "but I will have the Witch from Warsaw cover my post and my hexers while I am gone. It should be easy to arrange."