Chapter Nineteen, The Death of Dusk Sandsong
"This is where my part in the story comes in." Dusk Sandsong, who had been quiet unto now, joined in. "Yes, it was at this time that Dusk joined your Grandfather and I." Ooro agreed.
"Your Grandfather was approached by the Golden Serpent by way of a half elven messenger." Dusk said, smiling at the reference to himself. "Of course, at the time I had no idea what the message contained, but your Grandfather was… surprised." Dusk continued, wearing a wry grin.
"Surprised is putting it lightly." Ooro said to Dusk with a smile.
"Well, it's not like I knew!" Dusk said with a silent chuckle.
"He almost killed Dusk for delivering the message." Ooro explained to me, noticing the obviously confused look on my face.
"Ohh!" I said, finally understanding.
"At any rate, to apologize, your Grandfather nursed me back to health." Dusk said, a distant look on his face. "And I'll be damned if I ever get used to Black Adder poison!" Dusk said after a moment, which solicited a laugh from both Ooro and I.
"It's not the dying that bothers me so much, but the itching that comes from the healing potion you have to drink for a week afterward!" Dusk said, joining in.
"After realizing that I had nothing to do with the guild other than as a messenger, your Grandfather swore never to kill me again." Dusk said, grinning.
"You died?" I said in disbelief, for I had thought he was just temporarily poisoned.
"Indeed." Dusk said, a sort of peaceful look coming across his features just then. "I did die, and for a while at that!" Dusk said.
"It wasn't that long. Only fifteen minutes…" Ooro said, trying to sound nonchalant about the whole affair.
"Well, let's just say I'm lucky your Grandfather decided I was innocent." Dusk said to me with a smile. "After my resuscitation, your Grandfather, Ooro, and I became fast friends."
With a laugh, Ooro said, "Your first words were, "It must have been bad news!"
Dusk only nodded, then said, "In some ways, I believe it was…"
All of us grew silent at that. For indeed, though the story of their meetings told me volumes about my Grandfather's history, it did little to soothe the pain of what happened to Sharapuur after he left, and for my benefit, it would seem…
