[ Alayne doesn't want hard truths and she does; she wants to know and she doesn't. The truth, so often, was a painful thing to hold. That's why she put it aside so often for lies more easily swallowed. Still, despite all of her dancing around the subject, she's tempted to ask: ]
Do you think he's gone?
[ He wouldn't lie to her. Maybe blunt down a few of his rough edges for her benefit, but the marshal was always honest. (Why was she doing this to herself?) ]
( x i i : d 1 )
Do you think he's gone?
[ He wouldn't lie to her. Maybe blunt down a few of his rough edges for her benefit, but the marshal was always honest. (Why was she doing this to herself?) ]