A Passing Breeze - Part 10

"Excellent," Oliver said. "We shall have need of her already."

"She's insisting on looking at Ferdinand, though…" Jorah said.

Oliver winced at that. "As skilled as she is, no one can put life back into a body once it has left. Not without some twist of magic – but such a thing would never be without a cost. It would never truly be the same life again. I imagine she merely wishes to confirm with her own eyes – it was a shock to us too, after all."

"Indeed," Jorah said. "The Queen did seem rather distressed by the news. But she was very polite in receiving me, my Lord. It was a great honour. Her retainers wished to see my turn away, but she noticed me before they could, and gave me an audience, despite me being the Serving Class man that I am."

"You are a Commander for the Patrick House," Verdant corrected him. "Do not reduce your station, Jorah. You dishonour us all. I have a question for you, if you have finished giving your report."