‘It’s night,’ I said stupidly. ‘Yes. Very late at night. Go to sleep now, Fitz.’ ‘What are you doing here so late at night?’ ‘Watching you sleep.’ It didn’t make sense. She had deliberately wakened me. ‘But the milk and the bread?’ ‘I had my page fetch them for me, telling him I could not sleep. Because, in truth, I could not. And then I brought them here, for you.’ She sounded almost defensive. ‘There is a good amidst all this evil that has befallen you. It has made me recall vividly just how much I owe you, and how much I value you.’ She looked down at me for a moment. ‘If I lost you,’ she
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