Ruffryd married Marianna for political expediency, then rode off to war and more or less forgot her. He came home occasionally, between campaigns, to find his home well run – plus a couple of unexplainable children.
But he asked no awkward questions.
In the summer of his fortieth year he was captured by the veiled ones, who put out his eyes before sending him back to his royal master.
The king sent him home with a drunkard and an idiot to smooth his passage.
But they got there, and Marianna read to him every night of the rest of his life.
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