The older servant caught Tseth’s arm as he stumbled for the second time in the walk, pulling the young boy upright. An exasperated chiding came from the adult, full of lots of words he didn’t know, and Tseth ducked his head, pulling his hat a little lower, tears in his eyes.
“Stop,” the woman commanded, one of the few words the boy was becoming accustomed to. She took his hands away from his hat, and then crouched down as she heard him sniffing. Shaking her head, she dabbed at his eyes with a handkerchief, tapping his chin up. She sighed, straightening his clothes before standing back up.
“Come,” she said, nudging him forward by the shoulders. The door she was taking him to, the prince’s rooms, was just down the hall. The woman positioned Tseth and knocked on the door.
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