“Did Agnes die?” “Yes,” Kivrin said. She nodded as if she were not surprised. “I heard her screaming.” Kivrin couldn’t think of anything to say to that. “My father is dead, isn’t he?” There was nothing to say to that either. He was almost certainly dead, and Gawyn, too. It had been eight days since he had left for Bath. Eliwys, still feverish, had said this morning, “He will come now that the storm is over,” but even she had not seemed to believe it.
