By far Malcolm’s most conscientious act of service had been five years ago when he stayed beside him in the locked chamber while his body craved the drink that kept memories at bay. Sweating, overcome with tremors, and imagining the worst horrors witnessed in a dozen battles, Hector succumbed to the process of poison leaving his body. All the while, Malcolm stood faithful guard, tending him through humiliating bodily release. They’d never spoken of those five terrible days and nights, but an unspoken closeness had existed between them ever since.
This is how soul deep bonds of brotherhood are formed
