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. Sturm's
father was a knight who had sent his wife and then young son to the
south until things quieted down. Sturm never heard from his father
again.
"About ten years ago, my father came to the aid of a neighboring
farmer," Woodrow continued. "The man was wounded and claimed that
several men who looked like knights had looted his home and left him
for dead.
My father was trying to help the man to his feet when other
neighbors, alerted by the farmer's cries, as had my father, came
storming into the cottage, bearing pitchforks and axes. They saw a
Solamnic Knight standing over the injured farmer, and without a
question, they struck him down." Woodrow's voice was even and clear,
but his eyes watered. "The farmer tried to stop them, but he was too
late. He tearfully told us later of my father's senseless death."
Tas's tender heart was near to bursting. "And your mother?" He
blew his nose on his sleeve.
"She died miscarrying my brother shortly after." Woodrow stared
into the flames.
For once Tas didn't know what to say. Then he had an - idea.
"You could visit my parents with me when we get to Kendermore -- if
they're still there, that is."
"That's awfully kind of you," Woodrow said, "but it wouldn't be
the same."
Tas frowned. "I suppose not. Is that why you're with Gisella?"
"Sort of," Woodrow said slowly. "After my parents died, my uncle
-- Father's brother -- took me in."
"That was nice of him," interjected Tas, trying to sound
cheerful
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