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Sixteen Years Later
Regin was in no way a good foster father. Having been abused by his brother Albaykh time and time again, he came to abuse Zygebat. However, Zygebat would not be a child forever and he could defend himself from the Nomis blacksmith now so Regin would need to be careful around him, less he should let it be known that Zygebat was nothing but a pawn to him, a pawn to use so he might gain Albaykh's gold now in Kaheal's possession.
Sitting in his forge at work, Regin hammered away and hammered away again while Zygebat sat in a corner in thought.
"Something troubles you, my boy?" asked Regin.
"Who is my father, Regin?" asked Zygebat.
"Your father? Why I am!"
"You are not!"
"I am!"
"If you are my father then where is your wife?" asked Zygebat.
"I quit the company of women long before you were ever born." Replied Regin.
"Then without a wife you cannot be my father." Stated Zygebat.
"I have raised you." Said Regin.
"Perhaps but that does not mean you are my father."
"Then that will make my murder of you if you survive Kaheal all the less painful." Muttered Regin to himself!
"What was that?" asked Zygebat.
"I was just having some breathing trouble." Replied Regin.
"I'm sure." Commented Zygebat. He had no belief that Regin had been having breathing trouble. He knew something had been said. He just could not hear what the old Nomis had said.