“‘I warned thee, Silversaint,’ he said. ‘Ye should have stayed buried.’ “I clenched my fangs. ‘Papa should have killed me when he had the chance, bastard.’ “‘But he did kill thee, de León. Not the hero who songs were sung for, the chevalier who defeated undying armies, the man who became legend. Not even the boy who slew my sister dear do I see before me.’ Danton shook his head, their circle drawing tighter. ‘A shadow is all that remains of thee. A hollowed cur, a drunkard and a wretch, sodden with spirits and with spirit broken.’
