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Apparently it was he who had attacked Mellonin. Poor sweet Mellonin who was an innocent flower. A woman that was far above him, a woman who could do no wrong, whose hands could not be stained. A woman who believed herself better than him because she hid behind lies and her own self pity.
And Gwyllion. The little brat. She thought him a monster for what? Because he spoke the truth? Because he protected himself from a mad woman? Because he had tried to stop the fight with a bit of light hearted tickling and then Mellonin had bit him? Because he took care of her? Because he had been willing to go to jail if the blasted ranger did not want to drag her along? Because he took care of her when she had a fit? Because he made sure that she did not come near blood?
He rubbed his fingers through his hair, and wiped the sweat from his brow. That stupid bloody ranger. Automatically siding with the woman. How typical. How extremely typical. The ranger must have blinded his eyes or twisted the truth to serve his own purpose.
"Boy, I do not know you. Search your heart. Search well," Raefindan said.
"But I --" Aeron began to protest. But then he turned away and left.
What was he to search for. The courage to lie?
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