“She"s waiting, Lady,” Silent Whisper said, “for your permission.”
“To fall on her knife?!” She looked at him in disbelief. “She"s too good a mother to take her life while…” Seeing their expressions, she knew. “Oh, dear Lord Infinite, they were children—just children!” The ugly flower of guilt and bitterness blossomed inside her. Setting aside her cup, she put her hands over her face. Blast you, Flying Arrow! Bubbling Water thought, praying for the souls of the innocent children and crying for their loss. Her perennial guilt lodged like an arrow head beneath her heart. I did the best I could, she thought, wishing for the thousandth time she"d had more discretion in rearing the Heir.
motherThe touch of large hands warmed her back. She heard the soft murmur of the boy"s voice. The emitted
