"We'll see about Adrian Gellert. He's playing his own very intricate game, be sure of it. When the time comes, I won't be surprised to see him playing with the son he's never met."
He barked another laugh. "Actually, he'll be doing that soon enough! But, I think—not sure, nothing in this world ever is—that the time will come when he'll be doing so in a mansion of his own—his and yours—instead of a barbarian campsite."
By now, he had left Helga completely behind. She was no longer fumbling in the mist; her eyes were as blank as a blind woman's.
"As they should be," stated Demansk, with all the satisfaction of a pig farmer ruling his domain. He had a hard time to keep from giggling himself. But, a kindly father as well as a stern patriarch, he took pity on her.
"Haven't you figured it out yet, silly girl?