“The very same. She’s expecting a child next spring and has asked we be godparents—”
A shout beyond the windows stopped Selah midsentence. All turned toward the sound. It rang out again, clear and joyous.
“Wingapo!”
Mouth open in wonder, Watseka jumped up from her chair. Her expectant gaze swung to Xander, who merely said, “Your kinsman comes.”
Kinsman? Did he mean Meihtawk?
They all got up with a great clatter, Watseka leading as they made their way to the riverfront door and portico. Though only a scarlet ribbon of the brilliant sunset remained, Oceanus’s silhouette was unmistakable, Meihtawk by his side. Even in the gathering shadows, the new confidence and strength Oceanus exuded could not be overlooked. He was changed but still the beloved son they had so missed.
With a little cry, Watseka rushed toward them with such gladness that tears came to Selah’s eyes. Xander soon stood beside Selah, his arm warm about her waist. Together they observed the long-awaited reunion, too overcome to speak.
Truly, joy cometh in the morning.
And the evening too.
