Epilogue
“If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.”
—William Shakespeare
Bron carried Syn upstairs in the big arms formed in his Zadda’s forge. Zaron went ahead and opened the door to the slumber chamber. They laid her on the bed between with their arms around her and each other. Syn chest heaved with her sobs.
::Pa Chette, there is no way that this is your fault. You did not encourage Angle and Zuff to treason, nor did you recruit their followers.::
Bron turned her face toward him ::You are too quick to blame yourself for the sins of others. You are the most honorable fem we know. You could have left your past behind you when you first came to our slumber chamber. You had no idea that a Sarran Elder can deep read a mind.::
Zaron continued, coming up on one elbow
