Do you know how difficult this is, how heavy this weighs on my heart? I can’t tell you, and still each day I relish your presence — you, my friend, whom I must betray. I don’t expect you to understand. I know you will be hurt. But I can only hope you will survive the fall, the burning citadel, perhaps the little skirmish afterward. I can only hope the Anshan’s will capture you alive, such a fine prize you are, Wardu Abdabel. I will free you, whether you choose to stay or go.
But my family, my clan comes first. And you knew what you were doing, signing that contract of freedom. Were you still ours, I could protect you better. But I must respect your decision, as I hope you will someday respect mine.














