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plate.
'Sir?' asked Doctor BreDelle. The Protector's other companions, all army
officers, looked on, concerned.
'The boy,' UrLeyn said quietly to the doctor. 'I knew I should not have left
him, or should have had you stay with him, Doctor . . .'
BreDelle stared at him for a moment. 'How poorly is he?'
'At death's door,' UrLeyn said, looking down at the letter. He handed the
letter to the doctor, who read it.
'Another seizure,' he said. BreDelle dabbed at his mouth with his napkin.
'Shall I return to
Crough, sir? I can start at first light.'
The Protector stared down the table at nothing for a moment. Then he seemed to
rouse himself. 'Yes, Doctor. And I shall come too.' The Protector looked
apologetically at the other officers. 'Gentlemen,' he said, raising his voice
and straightening his back. 'I must ask you to continue on to Ladenscion
without me, for the moment. My son is unwell. I
hoped that I would contribute to our eventual victory as soon as you will, but
I fear that even if I were to continue, my heart, and my attention, would
still be drawn back to
Crough. I regret that the glory will be yours, unless you contrive to extend
the war. I will join you as soon as I can. Please forgive me, and indulge the
fatherly weakness of a man who, at my age, should really be a grandfather.'
'Sir, of course!'
'I'm sure we all understand, sir.'
'We will do all we can to make you proud of us, sir.'
The protestations of support and understanding went on. DeWar looked round the
young, eager, earnest faces of the junior noblemen gathered round the
banqueting table with a feeling of dread and foreboding.
'Perrund? Is that you?'
'It is, young sir. I thought I'd come and sit by you.'
'Perrund, I can't see.'
'It is very dark. The doctor thinks you will better recover kept away from the
light.'
'I know, but still I cannot see. Hold my hand, will you?'
'You must not worry. Illness seems so terrible when you are young, but these
things pass.'
'Will it?'
'Of course.'
'Will I be able to see again?'
'Of course you will. Have no fear.'
'But I am frightened.'
'Your uncle has written to your father, telling him of your condition. I
imagine he will be coming home soon, in fact I'm sure of it. He will give you
some of his strength. He will drive away all fear. You'll see.'
'Oh no! But he should be at the war. I am bringing him home when he should be
at the war, to win it for us.'
'Calm yourself, calm yourself. We could not keep your illness from him. What
would he have thought of us? He will want to be sure that you are well. He
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will want to see you. I
imagine he will bring Doctor BreDelle with him, too.'
'And Mr DeWar?'
'And Mr DeWar. Where your father goes, he follows.'
'I can't remember what happened. What day is it?'
'It is the third of the old moon.'
'What happened? Did I start to shake as I did at the shadow-players' show?'
'Yes. Your teacher said he thought you were trying to get out of learning
mathematics when you fell off your seat. He ran to get the nurse and then
Doctor AeSimil was sent for.
He is doctor to your uncle RuLeuin and General YetAmidous and very good. Very
nearly as good as Doctor BreDelle. He says you will be better, in good time.'
'Does he?'
'He does. And he seems a most honest and trustworthy soul.'
'Is he better than Doctor BreDelle?'
'Oh, Doctor BreDelle must be better, because he is your father's doctor, and
your father deserves to have the best, for the good of all of us.'
'Do you really think he will come back?'
'I am sure of it.'
'Will you tell me a story?'
'A story? I'm not sure I know any.'
'But everybody knows stories. Didn't you used to be told stories when you were
little? . . .
Perrund?'
'Yes. Yes, I'm sure I was. Yes, I have a story.'
'Oh good . . . Perrund?
'Yes. Well. Let me see. Once upon a time . . . once upon a time there was a
little girl.'
'Yes?'
'Yes. She was rather an ugly child, and her parents did not like or care for
her at all.'
'What was her name??
'Her name? Her name was... Dawn.'
'Dawn. That's a pretty name.'
'Yes. Unfortunately she was not very pretty, as I have said. She lived in a
town she hated with parents she loathed. They made her do all sorts of things
they thought she ought to do, which she hated, and they kept her locked up a
lot of the time. They forced her to wear rags and sacking, they refused to buy
her shoes for her feet or ribbons for her hair and they did not let her play
with the other children. They never told her any stories at all.'
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