Farodin was dazzled by the multitude of scents. The room was as magnificent as the queen’s bedroom was plain. So she said, “Because my child might only have this one life, it would beīeneath the wicker forms stood scented candles that made the dummies glow like oversized paper lanterns.
She knew that the queen’s judgment might cost her her life, but she was calmed by the certainty that she would be reborn. But there was no proof, nothing but her word that it was so. She had conceived him in a moment of love. She was unable to look at her son as a demon’s child. She should have felt disgusted, but could not. Only then would the Albenchild be reborn.” Noroelle was stricken. It might also be that your son’s soul, in death, divides into Albenchild and Devanthar. It may be that his soul falls in between and is lost. “If my son loses his life, will his soul be reborn?” “I have no answer to that. But consider the price Albenmark will have to pay for your love if you do not tell us where he is.” Noroelle hesitated. You are his mother, and you have to love your child, though it be the offspring of a demon.
If we don’t, a terrible misfortune could befall us.
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