"You must have been a young man at the time, and your stories seem to take my mind away from the horrors surrounding us." Father, could you tell me of the rebellion of Melus?" I asked. "Yes," I lied, "a late night and a bad dream, that's all. I whirled around, and found myself staring straight into my father's eyes.
The battle of the night before was also fresh in my mind, and it chilled my blood. His health was far from adequate, and I worried that the wine he had drunk the night before might have made him ill. I walked downstairs the next morning, searching for my father.
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