Chapter 15“You already know, I think, that Danvael was the younger son of a shoemaker, and had the rare good fortune of persuading a knight to take him on as squire.” Braith settled onto the milking stool, adjusting his sling with only a brief grimace; on the whole, he looked considerably more calm than I felt. My legs would not consent to stillness, but drove me from the window to the stalls and back again. I tried not to look at the dead horse.
“Potential future knighthood,” Braith continued, “was a great rise in the world, and he aspired to nothing higher. His kingship was quite accidental, really. And it started with turning against his knight and master.”
Things were beginning to come together in my mind. “The knight who slew your mother. And your new-hatched sisters.”
He nodded. “
