Barrow Fields marked graves

He knows

Knows knows knows.

Tears prickled in his eyes, yes, he was Pelagius.

She told you…and you understand. He whispered, stood on the tips of his toes, as though ready to spring into a run at any point in time. He wasn’t, just adapting the posture out of want to do something.

Yes. I go nowhere else. He breathed out, fast and quick, his ears straining forward. He was a far cry from the youth Isangrim, though he thanked the boy for what he’d given him.