Truth I know, though my tongue trips ahead, releasing platitude after pulsing platitude. Tell him he is wise, strong, righteous—all, anything that might ease his mind ere it catches flame.
After the apparition, he bade me fetch a volume, one of those in which I had put much faith.
Illogic prevails, my lord. I do not trust in such things tonight.
He has been troubled since. Solemn, pale, and pinched. Free of trust, safety, soon to dissipate on the wings of a treble farewell.
Justice will be done, and thou art just. Remember, my lord, I pray thee. Remember.