Lucius stared at Dagon again, nodded, and turned to go. Words failed him, and though he saw the pain that the news brought to his friends, to his wife, he knew that he could provide no comfort in that moment. His best friend had been taken from him, and it may well have been his own fault.
Adara watched Lucius close the door to his tablinum and then turned to Dagon and Barta.
“He’s lost too many friends.”
“We all have,” Barta said. “And we all grieve for them in our own ways, lady.”
“Yes,” Adara said, looking down at her tunic and flattening it awkwardly. “I…I should get to sleep.”
“Shall I go in to see Lucius?” Dagon asked.
Adara shook her head. “No, no, Dagon. He…he needs his time. They were close friends.”
“I know,” Dagon said. “If it is fine, Barta and I will sit here a while lo
