Shadeborn: A Book of Underrealm
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“Forgive? You committed no sin, child. Stand. This was no fault of yours.”
He bowed his head. “I took the task upon myself. Tomorrow should have been a day of rejoicing. We should have sent word to all the nine lands that the High King and the Lord Prince were dead.”
“I gave you your task, Rogan. The blame lies with me, not with you.”
Rogan shook his head fervently, almost maniacally. “No, no, Father. You are the greatest among us. No design of yours is at fault. I am your arm, meant to carry your aims, and I am weak.”
He felt the fingers resting on the top of his head, gently stroking his hair. His tears fell harder, and he curled in upon himself at the touch.
“When Trisken fell in the Greatrocks, I was wrathful. I held him accountable, for I thought he had underestimated the girl. But now I have made the same mistake. She was the perfect messenger, but I did not think she could save the High King.”
“I should have stopped her,” whimpered Rogan. “Forgive me.”
“You are forgiven. Her victory will soon be hollow, like wine turned to ash in her throat. The High King has lost this war before it is begun. For I have found the trail of my great foe, and soon your brethren will bring him to me.”
Rogan tensed, eyes glittering, and he looked up with hope. “You have found the Lifemage?”
He was greeted only by a smile.
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