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414 pages, ebook
First published July 31, 2010
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Might Contain Spoilers*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
Another moment of silence, and Ayden sat up straight and defiant. “I grow weary of you, human. Ask your questions, do with me what you so clearly wish to do, but gods be cracked, hurry up. Even I grow old waiting for you to come to the point.”
Freyrík huffed, amused despite himself. “Very well. As you’re so eager to oblige, you may start by telling me who you are.”
Ayden blinked. And blinked again. Squared his shoulders and said, “I am Ayden barn Vaska barn Alarra barn Oneisi barn Hilmir barn Tívar the Blessed.”
Freyrík gave him a mock bow. “Your recital does honor to your forefathers.”
“Foremothers, you tone-deaf imbecile.”
Mothers? Truly? Or was the elf merely taunting him?
“Well, human? We are introduced. Are you satisfied?”
“You have children?” Ayden asked, almost outraged, as if Freyrík had suggested he’d birthed them himself.
“Six, actually. All boys.”
“And you are how old?”
“Twenty-nine.”
“Gods,” Ayden spat, jumping out of bed as if he feared Freyrík might somehow infect him with his fertility. “You humans breed like field mice!”
“’Tis a duty to our people,” Freyrík said, fighting mightily to keep his temper in check. “We must replace those who die. To speak true, I have fewer children than most noblemen of my years.” When Ayden said nothing further, he asked, “And you? Do you have children?”
“No,” Ayden said, and Freyrík was shocked at the depth of his own relief; he’d have hated to think he was keeping a father from his family.