Asthor was leaving the room when Igraine called out to him. "Please wait!"
"Igraine…." Asthor had a pained look on his face. Igraine wanted nothing more than for him to stay with her, if just for a moment.
He shook his head. "I'm sorry….just forget about this man. He…he…is no longer."
He turned and left. Igraine called out again. "I was pregnant."
This stopped him. "She had my husband's eyes. She was so beautiful. I use to do her hair up with desert flowers. She loved it when I did her hair. She also loved to laugh, sing, and play. He would have loved her."
Asthor turned to Igraine. "Would have?"
Igraine's voice was strained because she didn't want to cry. She had stayed strong for so long. "She became very ill. We tried everything, but the village didn't have the medicine she needed."
Asthor whispered. "You are making things harder." He couldn't look her in the eyes.
"Golrois may be dead but….but maybe Asthor. I thought if you knew about her….things would be different."
"Please….just…please don't."
"I'm sorry…..please forgive me. I just thought…"