Any man other than himself touching Lilac was absolutely unacceptable, as his daughter [belonged only to him]. No man besides Rousey was allowed to touch or defile her. Only he, as her father, could defile, touch, desecrate, and molest that pure girl like a lamb, finding joy and [salvation] from it.
Therefore, Rousey would never forgive, could not accept, could not tolerate—that little bastard from out of town intruding into his territory, touching his Lilac. That little bastard had to pay a heavy price to atone for and apologize to him.
[It was his own fault for barging into Lilac's room, for talking to Lilac…!]
The man curled up under the shadow and flickering firelight in his heart continuously listed and woven together his sins as he poured the sleeping powder—its effects and value proven countless times—into Roland's bowl and stirred it.
