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“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, lad,” Chenyek says, offering relief without even realizing. He is speaking to the sodomy; Henry wraps it around his failure instead.
He needs to know the taste of someone other than Bartosch. Like how certain herbs neutralize others in his potioncrafting. The poppy of a lullaby potion, a forever sleep that Henry wishes to feed to the memory of that night in Trosky. The marigold to counteract it, to heal the festering wound of regret buried deep in his heart. Between the twelve bells of then and now, he could temper the hurt; he has enough of both flowers to brew something for the pain.
This is a love story told through the eyes of a blacksmith, a bodyguard, and a bastard. Henry sees none of those things as clearly as he sees his own failures. Then he meets a man who shows him that some mistakes can be forgiven... and so perhaps Henry can be, too.