21. Weregild
'Cast it into the Fire!'
His gaze is confident, though his eyes are yet dark with grief. He stands unbowed on the edge of Doom and expects no argument.
He is a fool. Is not the Enemy gone? Was not it I who destroyed him?
So small a token… there can be no harm. Indeed, it seems too small, no true requital for kin so cruelly slain…
'Destroy it!'
No. I will keep it, for there was naught else so precious to him as this one bright band. It must suffice.
And my hand will cease to burn, in time.
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~Leonora
His gaze is confident, though his eyes are yet dark with grief. He stands unbowed on the edge of Doom and expects no argument.
He is a fool. Is not the Enemy gone? Was not it I who destroyed him?
So small a token… there can be no harm. Indeed, it seems too small, no true requital for kin so cruelly slain…
'Destroy it!'
No. I will keep it, for there was naught else so precious to him as this one bright band. It must suffice.
And my hand will cease to burn, in time.
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~Leonora
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