"So." Haleth looks back at the stew, contemplating this. She is silent for several minutes.
But in the end, she cannot help asking. "Tell me more of your father," she says, her voice unusually quiet. "Does he yet live, in your world? Or has his Doom finally overtaken him?"
She does not doubt Canien knows of the Oath, and the Doom foretold. If nothing else, Haleth herself would have made certain that knowledge was not kept a secret from one so likely to be directly affected by it. And neither was Caranthir himself ever inclined to keep it secret. They were both of them straightforward to the point of bluntness, she and Caranthir. One reason they dealt so well together, when others found them difficult. A trait they passed on to their daughter.
Their daughter. Haleth's heart aches. "I have no need to know grim details," she adds, a little hastily, her attention still on the stew. "Only his fate, if you know it."
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But in the end, she cannot help asking. "Tell me more of your father," she says, her voice unusually quiet. "Does he yet live, in your world? Or has his Doom finally overtaken him?"
She does not doubt Canien knows of the Oath, and the Doom foretold. If nothing else, Haleth herself would have made certain that knowledge was not kept a secret from one so likely to be directly affected by it. And neither was Caranthir himself ever inclined to keep it secret. They were both of them straightforward to the point of bluntness, she and Caranthir. One reason they dealt so well together, when others found them difficult. A trait they passed on to their daughter.
Their daughter. Haleth's heart aches. "I have no need to know grim details," she adds, a little hastily, her attention still on the stew. "Only his fate, if you know it."