Ye can at least promise me the victory,» he said, but his voice held the whisper of a question.
«Yes,» I said, and touched his face. I sounded choked, and my vision blurred. «Yes, I can promise that. This time.» No mention made of what promise spared, of the things I could not guarantee. Not life, not safety. Not home, nor family; not law nor legacy. Just one thing-or maybe two.
«The victory», I said . «And that I will be with you ‘til the end.
A Breath of Snow and Ashes