. . . During this silence, Euroaquilo took opportunity to advance a brewing question. “My Dusme, many are the dreams we have shared since the Great War, yet never have I found revealed your adventures of this great and terrible battle. Now you speak to me concerning your experiences regarding the Day or Tears in such an off-handed way so as to dismiss it. Please share with me the moments of your glory during that conflict. Why hide it from me any longer?”
Darla’s jaw stiffened and face soured. At length, she relented. “To you I will speak of this matter, but you
must not tell another soul for its pain is too deep for my ears to hear it
repeated. Until the healing day, it must
remain secret.”
Euroaquilo promised he would keep it so.