[He does, afterall, feel an overwhelming sense of guillt regarding Haurchefant's death.
Had the Bishop not been his father.
Had he been more featherfooted, more careful, less blind. It surely would not have happened. A thousand times in his mind Haurchefant had died in his arms, after all. Who would he be to begrudge Haurchefant's dear companion his tears?]
It's alright, don't fret. The tears come whether we bid them or not. I think no less of you, milord. I would be lying if I told you I haven't been overcome by the tragedies amongst our sparse fortunes.
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[He does, afterall, feel an overwhelming sense of guillt regarding Haurchefant's death.
Had the Bishop not been his father.
Had he been more featherfooted, more careful, less blind. It surely would not have happened. A thousand times in his mind Haurchefant had died in his arms, after all. Who would he be to begrudge Haurchefant's dear companion his tears?]
It's alright, don't fret. The tears come whether we bid them or not. I think no less of you, milord. I would be lying if I told you I haven't been overcome by the tragedies amongst our sparse fortunes.
[He's already forgotten his tea, now.]