She had mixed emotions.
Partially becasue leaving him in such a state (wounded, infected leg, gashed neck, already feverish and too weak to even defend himself) was abandoning him to a fate far worse than the quick death a dagger to the heart would have given him. Imagine being eaten alive by wild animals—and indeed, that’s exactly what she thought when she left: she wondered what a pack of wild wolves would do to a Hound(which echoes what he had said earlier in the book: Ever seen what a pack of dogs do to a wolf?)
So she wouldn’t do it.
Partially because for better or for worse, he was part of her pack. He had held her captive, beaten her, tied her up at night; he had failed to do anything remotely heroic at the Twins when the Northern Cause was dying; he was a brutal bully and a thief; he had killed Mycah; but he had also taught her how to survive in the wild and saved her life multiple times. And deep down anyone could see that there was a human heart beating inside him.
And she couldn’t do it.
No comments:
Post a Comment