Page 195 of The King is Dead
I shook my head. “Sorry,” I muttered.
He dropped his arms, slumping, and looked at the ground, but he was still smiling. “Don’t worry. I thought perhaps your father… well, no matter, here we are.”
Then he lifted those eyes to meet mine and something deep inside me… shivered.
I swallowed hard, but something in my chest was pinching painfully.
“Whoareyou?” I breathed.
“I have a lot of names, Gall.”
I didn’t understand. Did he mean long names? Like Gallus Handras? Or—
“I have a lot of names, but there’s one that’s most important.” His eyes were bright, like he had a surprise.
I licked my lips. “What… what is it?”
“Grandpa,” he said softly. “Gall, I’m your Grandfather.”
Then he smiled like he wasreally happyabout that.
THE END—but not for long!
