"Have you hurt someone's family?" Mr. Kesma asked.
Julian wanted to lie and say no, but Mr. Kesma's strict upbringing had left a significant impact on him. After a moment's hesitation, he nodded. "Yes, Father. I once harmed a man's wife, skinning her and crucifying her."
To Julian's surprise, Mr. Kesma didn't react with fury or anger. Instead, he seemed calm, wise even, like a serene elder.
"I don't see any remorse or fear on your face. Was that skinned woman a Guar?" Julian nodded, and Mr. Kesma's lips curled into a barely discernible smile. "If she was a Guar, then I won't blame you. Anyone who has betrayed the bloodline of King Audlero must pay the price and face judgment."
"Did that family trick you, causing you significant loss or trouble? Were they Guar?" Julian first nodded, then shook his head. Yet, Mr. Kesma understood immediately. He patted Mason on the shoulder. "Go pack up. Tomorrow, leave town with this scoundrel!"
