‘I can see no escape.’ Skord was sitting up in bed the next morning, his face drawn and pale. Thanks to Setrel’s care his wits had returned, although he was by no means himself yet. ‘Are you feeling better?’ Estarinel asked as he entered the bedroom. ‘Yes, thank you,’ Skord responded. Then he frowned. ‘Why – why did you save me, after all the harm I’ve done? You should have left me to die.’ ‘Nonsense,’ Estarinel replied, smiling in an attempt to cheer the boy. ‘You’re dispirited, I know, but rest and food can work wonders.’ ‘A girl comes to talk to me – what is her name, Seytra? She reminds me of my sister. She would have been like that, if she’d grown up… I wonder where she is? And my parents… my father had the Plague – my fault – no, his fault – he should have died bravely in battle… but he did, didn’t he? And my mother… I deserted her. Left her alone at the farm. Oh, I must go back – I must go back now, she’ll kill herself!’ The boy’s eyes were full of confusion and fear.
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