And breathing a sigh of relief, Tarkyn knew that Waterstone would do just that, if it were needed. So, finally, he began to talk. “I am so confused I don’t know where to start. So much has happened in such a short time. Jarand, Harkell, Stormaway…”
“Falling Rain…”
“Yes. I relived all the horror of the infection and the mountainfolk’s attack on me with him and all of Danton’s punishments. Then to have Harkell, flogged half to death, thrust into our midst…” He sighed, “But that’s not really the problem. I didn’t like Jarand calling me a hunted felon. That really upset me and gave me a new, unwelcome view of myself. I know, officially, that’s what I am. It’s just that hearing my own brother call me that… ” He shrugged, “I don’t know. It somehow gave it substance.”
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