Weylyn was silent for a moment as he faced West, his eyes closed as the words echoed in his mind, as he relived memories of blood and vengeance from his own life, and grappled with the understanding of what Lucius had done, and the compassion he had for him. It is no easy thing, a dragon’s life…
“Are we finished?” Lucius asked.
Weylyn turned to look at him and nodded. “We are.” He pointed to the tunic and cloak that were upon the ground of the path leading back to Ynis Wytrin.
Lucius put on the tunic slowly, and then wrapped himself in the cloak.
“You must leave the sandals and cingulum here,” Weylyn said, “but you may take the dagger.”
Lucius nodded and then felt a sadness come over him as he looked upon the pony’s lifeless body.
Weylyn put his hand upon his shoulder and sighed. “Do
