Winter 1841 – The Enemy of Our Enemy

His voice was deep music. Hearing that music I would have thought he could only deliver good news. Hearing the words formed by that music quickly drowned such notions.

“Ally? With you mongrels? I could not stand in pride before my Lord if I were to consider such weakness,” he said. 

Father sighed. “Pride kills. Go forth. Face the dragon. When he’s eaten you, I’ll teach my daughter how to behave in a Dawn Walker’s house.”