“He’s risen?” Alaric asked, letting go of the sadness that clung to his heart.
“I don’t know. That’s what some people say,” Rowenne answered. “Some claim he will never rise again, that what is dead remains dead. Others believe he has already risen—only with no memory of who he is.”
“And which is the truth, Mother?”
“I don’t know the truth, Alaric. I’ve only heard the rumors. You see, rumors travel farther than truth—and sometimes the truth lies buried in one… or in none.”
Alaric stared at the ground, trying to digest all that Rowenne had told him. This day alone, she had revealed more than she usually allowed, and for the first time he was beginning to face the weight of dual perspectives.
On the other hand, Edmund’s eyes bore such heaviness it seemed they might crumble beneath it. Hi
