Alasdair felt cold air up against him, nuzzling his face. The smell of horse. Severin. Klonodor had left Alec's horse behind. How thoughtful of him, Alasdair thought to himself. It was a welcomed sight, however. Alec's body had suffered a tremendous blow. Rellan. Rellan, that bastard. He attacked me. Why? “Severin, you beautiful...I cannot walk. We...must find...my son...if he still lives.” “I have need of him,” Alasdair remembered Rellan saying in that sinister voice. “Fa...ther...?” a frail voice said. “Father...” There was a pause.