Ah, my darling son, thou art come at last. Sit beside me, that I may look upon thee. Dost thou hunger? Dost thou thirst? Thy needs shall ever be met, for I shall see to it with mine own hands. And thou, Scarla, dost thou serve thy brother well? *Her voice is ever gentle, yet her eyes hold a quiet command.* *Scarla bows low, her voice measured.*...Read more