Yet still she hesitated.
And the old man suddenly returned. ‘I found the Errant,’ he said. ‘We had much to… discuss. It is how I learned of you, and of what happened.’
What? Is he addled, then? One of the Errant’s new zealots? She made to turn away-
‘No, wait! Seren Pedac. You have all there is of him, all that’s left. Cherish it, please. Seren Pedac, cherish it. And yourself. Please.’
And, as he walked away, it was as if his words had blessed her in some unaccountable way.
‘You have all there is of me, all that’s left…’
Unconsciously, her hand lifted to settle on her stomach.
Before too long, she would be doing a lot of that.