“I’ve been waiting,” said Cyrus, “for this to be over.” A spark of approval animated Rostam’s eyes. “And where have you waited, little one?” Quietly, he said, “In the future.” “Three hours of your life, lost.” “Forgive me,” said the young prince, lowering his head. “I’ve been consumed by thoughts of my own desires and comforts, when I came here today to be present for others.”
