'Mother, please. I do not feel at home here and I will not do anything to make myself less comfortable than I already am.' Richard stormed out of the house.
He was frustrated and his mother knew why. They had spent many days in Saur and the plans for Thomas' burial were not moving forward. But that was Oliver's fault.
In Saur, funeral planning was headed by the oldest man in the family of the dead. At the time of Thomas' death, Oliver was the oldest man in the family and he refused to take part in the planning.
'You must forgive him, Cordelia. He is but a child.' Lucy said to her late husband's sister.
'Do not make excuses for your son. He does not know how to speak to his elders, and I cannot say that is no fault of yours. Whatever were you doing with him after you ran to Garld?' Cordelia asked.
She leaned into the chair and looked out from the terrace. The sky was clear and the distant chattering of people distracted her a little.
