And now that boy, whose face I’ve seen fill with longing at the sight of our enemy, has ordered me to wait behind while he goes out to face them. He’s right. We probably will be too late. And it would have gutted me to see it. But that doesn’t undo the absurdity of the fact that, under threat by dragonfire from people whom Lee counts as family, he just questioned my fitness to face them. How often have I longed for this boy’s comfort? How often have I remembered and missed how much easier it was, in Albans, when I could still seek it from him? But now I know what that feels like, delivered
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