Chapter 19
When I awoke, the world wore grey. Grey as a corpse, I thought as I rose from bed. For a minute, I panicked. Seton was not by my side. Had one of Duir’s men come and taken him during the night?
“Nonsense,” I muttered, but quickly dressed and descended the stairs to the kitchen. There Seton was helping Sylvain pack a large sack on the table. I saw that he wore the velvet cape.
Seton looked at me, smiled, but remained silent.
Sylvain, hearing my arrival, raised his head but said nothing. Durant rested on his shoulders.
“Our horse?” I asked, unable to think of anything to say but needing to hear sound.
Sylvain bowed his head. “I’ve already brought it to a new home, another blind man whose son will look after it for us.”
I knew this action pained him, for the horse truly belo
