Page 67 of A Fortress of Stone and Storms
He took a breath. “Forgive me, I have no wish to disturb you.”
“You promised to always be true to me, so tell me the truth. What’s bothering you?”
He sighed. “The idea that all this is happening because fifteen years ago, a five-year-old said something blasphemous.”
“It wasn’t blasphemy, it was fact. And it wasn’t one five-year-old, it was two. And I corroborated it. Because I saw it too. Besides, that’s not really what this is about.”
“No, I suppose not.”
I shifted up onto my elbow to look down at him. “If Llwydadain calls on us, will you answer?”
He turned and looked me in the eye. The answer wasn’t immediate because he always considered his answers. “I do not believe it is a case of if, but of when. And when we are called, we will do what we always do. We will do our duty. Together.”
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