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Yes, he admitted. It wasn't much of a secret, but he hadn't had much of an opportunity to talk about it at length with anyone. He had spoken a little to Rosalyn, but that was it. Chacal asked if he had told Njord how he felt. He gave his head a shake.

On some level, he knew it was immature to harbor these feelings against his father when he did not use his words to express them. Surely he would feel better if he just talked to Njord, but he had already shut the door on that relationship, in a sense. He felt Njord wanted as little to do with him as Sobo did with the seafarer, these days. He justified this belief with the wedding, and the forgotten scouting trip.

It does not matter, he said with a shrug. I do not need a fat'er. I have two mot'ers an' siblings who love me, to which he gave her a grateful smile, an' if no one else needed a fat'er den I do not eit'er. I do not care about Njord any longer. I only wish to let you know what havin' a fat'er can be like so dat you may know, if you involve him, what de children might face if dey look up to him and he proves unsuitable.