“John, do you think I shall leave all the burden of life to your shoulders? Are we so little to each other? Am I so selfish?”
She felt his hands tighten on hers.
“Barbe, I have found my father.”
“At Thorn?”
“Yes.”
She shuddered slightly, despite herself, and he saw her eyes darken.
“John, did you speak to him?”
“Without mercy.”
“Does he know?”
“He thinks you dead.”