Saranna heard Essk say,

‘There, my dear young master, your boy, your son.’

She  turned  her  head  on  the  pillow  and  saw Drenn holding  a  fair,  fat  baby, a small image of himself, and  she  tried  to  reach  out  but  Essk  was  there, soothing, pushing her back into the bed.

‘There, there, poor thing, rest you now, leave it all to Essk, all is over now, rest you, sleep, and here, drink this, Essk is here, you sleep now.’

And the dark came back, and Saranna slipped into it heavily, until there was no more sound or pain or light.



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