Partners. That's all I can be to her, and that is not bad at all. Two hounds in double-harness, that's us, sniffing out the scent. Even if that's all it is, it's the best thing I've ever had.
He had a place where he was needed, the job he was best suited to, and people who valued him. And right now his harness-partner was howling for him!
And what would the High Bishop of Kingsford have said if she knew he was comparing her to a dog?
She'd probably laugh and say that more than one man has compared her to a prize bitch. Then she'd point out that Justiciars are always called the Hounds of God and ask when I was planning on taking Orders, that's what she'd do.
Kayne would have been shocked if he laughed, given the gravity of the situation—but he whistled all the way to Ardis's study.
There was work to do, the work he'd been born to do, and in the end, that work was more important to him than anything else. The game was afoot, and his life was better now than he ever would have believed possible. He was ready. A wrong had been done, the Hounds had been called, and once again the hunt was on!