"Your majesty?"
He was standing in the hall, a short distance from the rookery. There was parchment in his hand. Carved mabari decorated the timbers. Duncan blinked. This was Ferelden, not Tevinter, and... He whirled. Jerath stood behind him, a confused look on his face. They'd been on their way to the rookery when... "Jerath?"
Jerath touched his chest, where the lyrium warrior had impaled him. His face was pale. "That..." He looked at Duncan. "Happened?"
"I don't..." He swallowed, then stepped forward and hugged the other man tightly. "You're alive."
"Your majesty?" The woman who'd spoken earlier was staring at them like they'd gone mad. For the life of him, he couldn't remember her name.
Duncan turned towards her. "This is going to sound really crazy, but I need to ask you some questions..."
