“Perhaps that’s enough questions for now.”
The prince nodded slightly but didn’t speak. After a while, the woodman stood up quietly and left him to rest.
The next morning, the little girl who had given him the wine before the oath-taking, brought him his bowl of porridge. “My dad says you’re getting up today. I am Sparrow.”
The prince stopped eating to smile at her. “Hello Sparrow. My name is Tarkyn.” He took another mouthful of porridge. “Who is your father? The healer?”
The little girl shook her head vigorously. “No. My dad’s Waterstone.” She frowned reprovingly at him. “You should know him by now. You’ve spent enough time with him.”
The prince smiled, “Oh, is that your dad? You’re right. I should know him by now, but I have been sick and haven’t been listening very well.”
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