Remember When~
Sethlyan Callan
Glenayre, Aleron
Whitmoon, 4400
“The second time I ran from the melding, I felt the lure of its power. And it terrified me.”
“Stop your damned pacing, Sethlyan. A man endures these things.”
“How can I stand still when I hear…?” Seth gestured above as another muffled cry reached him.
Isobel’s labor started that afternoon. Twelve hours later, her cries were growing weaker.
Seth waited in the great hall, down the stairs and well away from the birthing room. Lord Symon was worse company than a cornered badger. He’d consented to bring Mum up from Eyton Hall a week ago, then found himself snowed in and stranded at Glenayre with naught to do but wait for the birth with the rest of them.
Milo and the men of Glenayre’s guard took turns trying to distract Seth
