"I have convinced many of those whom you see here, these wise ones
whose custom it is to sit in the gates of the city, that they must give
up their blind idols and worship the true and living God," said Habrunt.
"All," Habrunt went on, "except Bassdag, who was already a true
believer. But they would never listen to him, until I came along, and
sat with them, and spoke of the same God. Then, when they saw that
Bassdag and I were in agreement, each separate from the other, then
they finally began to believe both of us. While I have not been
entirely successful in convincing them all, I have managed to save some.
"It is you who inspires me, Si'Wren. I have never forgotten you
Si'Wren. Si'Wren, listen to me! Should I be forced to-- to continue
without you a day longer, now that you are of proper age and we have
found each other again, I-- I mean--"
Si'Wren had been staring up at him with eyes full of amazement, and
when he faltered, she blinked, and came to a full, sudden realization
of what had been happening between herself and this beaten-down wreck
of a man called Habrunt, who though he be of ordinary stature, had a
heart that would dwarf a giant's.
Overwhelmed, she nodded earnestly up at him. She reached up with her
writing implements still in her hands, to carefully wrap her slender
arms around his whip-scarred neck and pull him down to her.
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