Then he said good-bye, and we went out to the horses.
Riding back I asked Aryenis to tell me Paulos’s history.
“He was a great friend of my father’s, and they both loved my mother. But she preferred father, and not long after they were married there was a raid on the border. My father went out with his men, and Paulos, who was then commanding one of the forts, went, too, with some of his.
“There was a fight, and father was beaten down and like to lose his life, being surrounded by the enemy. Paulos, seeing his danger, leapt in, holding off the enemy until more of his men came up; but while doing so he received a spear thrust in the back.
“At the time it was hoped it would be nothing but a simple wound, but in some way it damaged his legs, which gradually withered so that he lost nearly all power in them. Since then he has been a cripple tied to his couch.
“He must have suffered much, for father says he was a fine rider and one keen on all kinds of sport, an active man, and a brave soldier.
“He never married, and lives alone there on his lands with his books, for he is a studious man, or became so when he could no longer take an active part in life.
“Father goes often to see him, for they were always like brothers, and mother held him in great affection. He treats me as his daughter, having no children of his own, and every year I go and spend some weeks with him. He is a lovable person to live with, and I have never heard him complain of his troubles, though it must be hard to lie there year after year unable to move without the help of a servant.”
“It must be a hard life for one who has been active in his day. But he is fortunate in loving his books.”
“Yes; but he loves life, too, and is always interested in all who come to see him and in their affairs, so that he keeps in life as it were through others. He often says to me that as he cannot live himself he tastes life through other people’s senses. You like him, do you not?”