Chapter 114: Erla’s Death
‘She left,’ said Germon, on Fregósbor’s left shoulder.
‘And she took Olivier with her,’ said Bojet, on Fregósbor’s right.
They helped the mage go down the stairs. In the baley Fregósbor fixed his little yellow eyes on a death that strolled in followeing the soldiers Neville brought from the camp
‘Hello, little one,’ said Fregósbor. ‘Are you lost?’
The death stopped under the gate.
‘You are the woman’s death,’ said the mage. ‘You are Erla’s death. She rejected you, didn’t she? You poor little thing. You are welcome to stay here for now. We will help you find your path.’
Rederico came to Fregósbor with Old Woman in his arms. The little dog trembled all over.
‘Will she be all right?’ Rederico asked.
Fregósbor examined the little dog.
‘She isn’t hurt,’ he said. ‘It was just the fright. I don’t think she knew she could be attacked like that, just like Líran hasn’t fully realized she can die yet. They are still discovering their own limits.’