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.