Ferron carries me as if I weighed nothing. I carried the torch away from our bodies to light the walls of the cave. It has all looked the same for several minutes. Ferron still doesn’t answer my question.
“Ferron?” I ask impatiently.
“It isn’t an easy thing to answer.” He says plainly.
“You looked desperate. It was something important.”
“I thought you might reject my offer. I didn’t know your opinion on such things yet.” His answer is more confusing than enlightening. “You kept telling me to keep my opinions of the King to myself. I thought maybe you had been brainwashed into believing he was a good king.”
“To be honest, I hated the King more then than I do now.” I feel defeated admitting to this. “ I’m so confused now.”
“Because you wonder how Erik is so loyal to him?”
“Partly
