Publisher's Synopsis
Urusander's grey-blue eyes were fixed on Gurren, and the old man saw in them raw pain which was what he always saw in them, which was why he could never meet them for long. And he remembered how sick that weakness had made him feel. Urusander could not have loved Shellas the way Gurren did. Urusander had no right to weep for her death; he had no right to take from Gurren his own pain. The Lord dismounted and walked straight to him. 'Gurren-' But Gurren pointed at Serap. 'She made a Legion vow.' 'I know, ' Urusander replied. 'I bless your son, ' Gurren said, feeling his face set stubbornly - and all at once he could meet Urusander's eyes, and feel nothing. 'I bless him, sir, and nothing you ever say will change that.' If there was anguish in the commander's eyes before, it was as nothing to what Gurren saw in them now. But still he felt nothing, and was astonished when it was Urusander who broke the gaze. 'She will be taken care of, ' the Lord said then. 'I know. It was promised.' 'Will you come to the keep, Gurren?' 'What? What for?' 'I want you both under my roof. I want your daughter to find you there, with her, when she mend
