The big sorcerer smiled slightly, “I have a great great grandson in the Royal Guard…Hmm, there might be another great in there, I’m not sure… which was a surprise to me since I was unaware that I had sired any children at all.”
“Indeed? So were you a feckless man in your previous life?”
Boravar considered, “No. I would not say that. But I did not stay anywhere for long. I might have, if I had realised that I had fathered a child, but the Forest claimed me before I knew.”
All the time they were talking, the space between Boravar’s shoulder blades crawled in anticipation of an arrow in the back. After a while, when it didn’t come, he realised that the woodfolk would wait to kill him at a time when they would not give themselves away. He breathed a small sigh of relief at his temporary rep
