“I beg your forgiveness for my failure,” Ferron said, his voice sounding hoarse with shock. “I never considered it.”
Morrough was silent for a long time, his skeletal face bloated and rippling in her vision.
“Your father was recently here, begging for an audience as you now beg for forgiveness. He claims he tried to tell you what he remembered, but you did not listen.”
Ferron’s grip on Helena tightened again. “His memory is hardly reliable, Your Eminence. It seemed imprudent to indulge his fits of paranoia. I did not realise he would disturb you with his claims. However…I did quietly begin a reinvestigation due to his comments.”
“And…”
“It would seem that she was apprehended near the West Port shortly after the bombing.”
“To rescue the Bayard paladin?”
“A bombing seems a careless me
