“Have you nothing to say?” Cardan asks him. “You had so much before.” Madoc tilts his head toward me. “I surrendered on the battlefield. What more is there? The war is over, and I have lost.” “Would you go to your execution so stoically?” I ask. From nearby, I hear Oriana’s gasp. But Madoc remains grim. Resigned. “I raised you to be uncompromising. I ask only for a good death. Quick, out of the love that we had for each other. And know that I bear you no grudge.”
