The sword remained wrapped and out of sight beneath his cloak as he went to the stables to fetch the black mare. Esmeralda was eager to see him and excited to be on their way. While still inside the inn, Killian had requested one small favor from Wendy before departing. “It’ll cost you,” she had said. “It’s for a lady,” he said innocently. “Another girl?” Wendy asked, suddenly offended by the thought. “What do you want?” Killian laughed. “I want a blue sea apple for Esmeralda, please. They’re her favorite.” “Your horse?” Wendy stuttered. She grinned. “A lady, indeed.” She went into the kitchen and soon returned, holding the bright blue apple out of reach. “My turn,” she said. “And what is your price, milady?” She walked out from behind the bar, handing him the apple. “For this,” she said. Then she moved in, planting a kiss upon his lips. Killian did not pull away, though he was a bit startled. Wendy pulled away smiling. “Safe travels.” Killian had nodded with a grin and then turned to go.
