VIII

The hall was empty again, with only the lord sitting and waiting for him, playing with a half-empty goblet that was in his left hand.

The goblet is in his left hand, he holds the sword in his right.

"I did what I had to do. Where is she?" The general returns to the current state of affairs.

"Upstairs, she's asleep," the lord replied.

"That, is that? Nothing special, no difficulty, there's no go and don't come back."

"No, why would you? You did us a great favor."

"Then I'll take she and we'll leave."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to yet."

"And why?"

"You don't know, of course you don't. How could you know?"

"What?"

"That her descendants will cultivate a powerful empire that will occupy the entire coastal part of Girtan," the lord laughed.

"Girtan, there the scepter of the Haladan kings were forged," the general looked at him.

"And, finally, one more thing that you don't know."

"Which?"

"She's ... She's pregnant."