” I tried to get out. Before I could finish my sentence I was was being pulled away from the spot I was standing. I could feel my heart racing in m... chest as Mr. Nash took a hold of my hand. I had felt as if I had not touched another person in forever and the feel of a man’s hands against my own was enough to make me nearly weak in the knees. I stumbled slightly behind Mr. Nash as I reluctantly but excitedly followed Mr. Nash wherever it was that I was being lead. Though I could not help but. ‘I will stay,’ Imlan said quietly, and took the wooden seat next to the bed before his Advisor could sit in it. ‘I wish to thank her properly when she wakes.’ The healer shrugged and shook her head, unconcerned that she was speaking directly to the lord of the land. ‘She’ll not wake for another day at least. The fever’s on her and that’s porthos root on her wounds. Even if she does wake, she’ll be too muddled to hear you.’ ‘Majesty,’ Emble started, frowning deeply at him, ‘I can watch over her. After getting down, I washed my face and ordered for breakfast. I could see all beautiful aunties coming out of the womens lounge. Some changed their dresses and all of them had a makeup on their faces while their husbands were anxiously waiting for their respective wives. Obviously, to abide to the nature of men, they were also anxiously waiting for other women to come out first than their wives. There I could see an young aunty waiting for her husband to come. She had dressed decently with. I'll put itthis way: If a psychopath asks you if you're bothered by all the murderhe's doing around you, what do you say? Presume you can't run away.If you say "yes," he might be offended. If you say "no," then he'lllike you. And you want him to like you. That is, I presume, whyFather Fitzpatrick didn't actually say anything to the president.Instead, he turned back to the gate and did his best to ignore Kirk'sbody. "...Hello, Alan," he said, his voice breaking a little, but nothis.