Jirot and Jarot stared up at their greatfather with awe as he regaled the tale. The twins listened ily, each gripping their father’s shirt, sug their thumb, only stopping now and again to gasp upon their greatfather’s words.

  “Your father, how could he kill them too quickly?” Jarot growled, gritting his teeth, feeling the rage build within him. “He is to!”

  “To!” Jirot pined, gring up at her father, before returning back to sug her thumb. ‘How he do this?’

  “I’m so sorry, Jibaby. I didn’t mean to be to. you five this father of yours?” Adam asked, leaning in to nuzzle her nose gently.

  “Just this ohe girl replied, leaning in to kiss his . She clutched at her father’s colr and hoisted herself up, Adam assisting her by pushing up her bottom, before she was finally standing on his p. The girl stared up at her father, judgement in her eyes.

  “…” Adam bli his daughter, feeling the pressure of her gaze.

  “Oh my gosh!” Jirot huffed, exhausted from her father’s behaviour. “Daddy! How you be s and so handsome? So ridiculous!”

  “I’m so sorry, but isn’t it your mummy’s fault? She is s aiful too!”

  “Mummy is mummy,” Jirot replied, narrowing her eyes at her father. “How you say that?”

  Little Jarot pulled his thumb out of his mouth, pouting up at his father. “Daddy…”

  “You’re right, of course.”

  “Of coas.”

  The one armed Jarot watched their act with pea his heart, the old man almost smiling. His heart still ached, for the innoce that his greatchildren could no longer know, but the joy they held for their father, it hadn’t dampened in the slightest.

  “The bad people will not e back?” Jirot asked.

  “Those two won’t e back again,” Adam said, smiling slightly, though his eyes held a sadness.

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  “Good.”

  Old Jarot’s eyes darted to the side, his glued to the particur figure. She was an older Iyrman, about Jarot’s age, wearing simple Iyrish attire. She had short hair, greyed from age, her wrinkles lighter than the scar under her eye, and at her side, the woman wore a rapier, a rare on in the Iyr. Upon her forehead was a red hollow kite, fnked by blue crest moons, the tips pointed downwards. She held a basket in one hand, and walked gracefully towards the group.

  However, Adam was too busy looking at the gre in Jarot’s eyes. It was filled with a sight Adam hadn’t expected, for had the old man ever looked at an Iyrman with such s before? Even now, Adam could see it, the old man was riling himself up.

  “You must be Adam, the Mad Dog’s grandson,” the woman said, politely, causing Jarot to ch his fist, the old Iyrman ready to draw his axe.

  “My name is Adam. Adam Fate.”

  The old woman smiled a gentle smile, before revealing the basket, which held three ns of small bread balls. “I am Keiwyj. I have brought food for your twins. This third n, they are for yrandfather, but these two are for our Jirot and our Jarot.”

  “Bread balls?” Jirot asked.

  “I do not make them as well as my father, but my grandchildren enjoy them.” The old woman smiled gracefully.

  “Baba brings yummy bread balls. They have cheese, and they are so good.” Jirot’s covetous gre loomed over the bread balls.

  “You should eat them quickly, they are best when warm,” Keiwyj said, still beaming at the children.

  “Jarot, e,” Jirot said, reag down for the food, but Adam snatched the girl’s hand.

  “What do we do before we eat?”

  “I wash my hands already, daddy!”

  “We wash our hands, dear.”

  “We must eat quickly! They are best when warm, daddy! Best when warm!”

  “I will bring the water quickly,” Adam assured, kissing the girl’s cheek, before slipping away from them.

  Jirot’s eyes darted treatfather’s, ready to cause trouble, but upon seeing the look within her greatfather’s eyes, and then to the woman, she reached out to hold her brother’s hand. Once Adam had returo a quiet pair of twins, he helped them wash their hands.

  “You want to eat?” Jirot asked, holding up the small soft ball to her brother’s lips. When her little brother pulled her head away, she bit into the ball, chewing it slowly. “I k! The ball has cheese!”

  “Now…” Keiwyj said, her eyes darting from little Jarot to Jirot, l her gaze slightly. “Have a bite of the other.”

  “Jarot, look,” Jirot said, holding up the sed ball, the girl squinting her eyes. After little Jarot pulled his head back, the girl took a bite of the bread ball, and she gasped, tasting the melting sweetness oongue. “Mm? Is so yummy! Daddy! Is chocote!”

  “Chocote?” Adam asked, raising his brow slightly, noting the melting darkness within the ball. “Oh, how yummy! Cheese and chocote, they always go well together!”

  “Daddy!” Jirot held up the half eaten balls.

  “I will eat these balls,” Adam said, noting the saliva on her fingers, and how the girl drooled so joyfully.

  “You should feed your babo the third ball,” Keywyj said.

  Jarot still held a simmering anger within his eyes, though he had calmed after noting the woman was still an Iyrman. He allowed his greatdaughter to feed him the third ball, and his face began to turn red, sweat f along his face, fire dang within his mouth and throat.

  “Kekeke!” Jirot cackled at her greatfather. “It is spicy?”

  “A little bit,” the old man replied, his tongue swelling slightly.

  “I will leave you be,” Keiwyj said, bowing her head, before she excused herself, returning back to her shared estate.

  After noting that little Jarot was ing, the old one armed Iyrman sighed. “Jirot, Jarot, go share the bread with your siblings. Lucy, Mara, you must make sure Jirot does not feed them the third ball.”

  Lucy perked up from nearby, the woman quickly leaping to her feet. “Okay!”

  Ohey were left alone, Jarot poured them cups of milk. “She is wiser than I expected.”

  “Keiwyj?” Adam asked.

  “I nning oing her soon, but since she has e, it is fine.”

  “Why were you pnning oing her?”

  “Dogek beat her, but I wished to beat her too.”

  “Why?” Adam asked, noting the old man tense up slightly, before he rexed.

  “ anyohat you are my grandson, when you cause so much trouble?” Jarot joked.

  “…” Adam sipped the milk, tasting the light sourness. “The Mad Dog speaking so cryptically? I’m so afraid!”

  “Keiwyj pihat your children could not be sidered Iyrmen,” Jarot said. “She has accepted them now, so you must five her, and you must five Dogek, since he drew his bde.”

  Adam swallowed slightly. “Have you fiven her?”

  Jarot sipped the rest of his milk. He inhaled deeply, and perhaps, when he was still the Mad Dog everyone khe kind of Mad Dog that made the Aldish cower, he would not have fiven her. “Since she knows her shame, I have.”

  “Then I’ll five her too.” Adam shrugged his shoulders. ‘So, the Iyr still has people like that?’

  Jarot slowly nodded his head, seeing the disappoihoughts upon his grandson’s face. ‘Should I beat her?’ “Is your heart at ease now?”

  “A little, but at the same time…”

  “You ot stop thinking about it,” Jarot said. “The ime.”

  Adam bowed his head, staring at the Iyrman. He wondered how Jarot must have felt, his son had been killed, but he was too old t back to life.

  “My grandsons are both s, but there are many stroill,” Jarot whispered, frowning slightly. “How you worry yrandfather like this?”

  “I want to bee stronger, but…” Adam shook his head. “If I do that, there’s going to be something worse.”

  “One man being to will not bother the world, for even now, the Reavers have e, and though you are strong, you have nht the Reavers upon the world,” Jarot assured.

  Adam wasn’t sure if that was true. ‘I mean, what are the ces that I appear and cause trouble and then the Reavers appear tally?’

  “I ot say it will not happen again, but it will not happen so easily,” Jarot stated, his voice firm.

  The pair remained silent for a long while. Jarot couldn’t help but think of how weak he had bee. Adam couldn’t help but think how terrifying the world was.

  “Hey, old man?”

  “Did you not call me grandfather earlier?”

  “When did I do that?”

  Jarot grumbled quietly to himself, p them both milk once more. “How you say it? I will tell Jirot!”

  Adam smiled slightly. “Thank you. For everything.”

  “You named your son after me, so of course I will help,” Jarot said, peeking at his grandson, waiting for it.

  “What if I didn’t name him after you?”

  It was the shock of Adam’s ahat caused the Iyrman to raise his brow, but then this too was very much like Adam. “He is still my greatson.”

  Adam slowly nodded his head. “Yeah.”

  ‘In his heart, it was he who named his son after me,’ Jarot thought, smiling slightly. It was one grandson’s brain, and the other’s heart, which had named his grandson after the pathetian. Then, for a moment, the rage slipped through his body once more. ‘Should I kill the Grand ander?’

  He still won't call the old man grandfather. How unfilial!