What
if Gabriel’s consanguineous concern was counterfeit, a facet of his love for
me, callous-skewed for my protection?
I’d swear his anguish genuine.
Did
he believe killing his brother would jeopardise his own immortal soul? Or was
it Mathias who yet pulled the strings?
At
whose instigation had I set forth? How
urgent this message? Did Gabriel mean
to prevent me witnessing his revenge?
Or was his perfidious sibling
plotting murder prior to my pursuit?
Suspicion’s
wings dispersed my fury – I turned back, electing to save Gabriel rather than
the country from invasion.
And
arrived to find the forge ablaze.
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