For a second, he looked so young. But then he turned to look at me, and there was that ancient sorrow in his eyes. “I was having Fisher send me home so I could die there instead. At Bayland’s End. The inconvenience of that unpleasantness would have served my mother right. But then we were in the middle of a battle, surrounded by feeders, and for once…” He choked on the word, biting back a strangled sob. “For once, I got to fight on the right side.”
