her friends are cut down. Keeping her busy,
giving her a purpose and some small power
will be better than locking her in the north
tower, scared out of her wits at every horrible
sound and death.”
Lysandra did not smile, did not bow her
head. “You would do this for the ward of a
whore?”
Darrow set down the crystal. “It’s the faces
of the children that I remember the most from
ten years ago. Even more than Orlon’s. And
Evangeline’s face yesterday as she looked out
at that army—it was the same despair I saw
back then. So you may think me a champion
bastard, as Aedion would say, but I am not so
heartless as you might believe.” He nodded
toward the open doorway. “I will keep an eye
on her.”
She wasn’t entirely certain what to say. If
she should spit in his face and tell him to hell
lily
(lily)
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