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1: The Hero of the Lake - Part Nineteen

Updated: Oct 5, 2020

Inside, neighbors were comforting the widow and caring for the small children. They looked up as Felanar and Kara entered and stepped aside to let them approach. The grieving woman looked up with eyes red from tears, still gulping in air with each heave of her body. Her mouth turned upward slightly at the sight of the man who saved the others, and then down at the thought that he was too late to save her own husband. She again burst into tears.

Kara also began to cry and kneeling down by the woman’s side she put her arms around her neck. “I’m so very sorry for your loss. He was a good man, and a good husband, and your loss is great,” she said between her tears.

The woman nodded and managed to say, “Yes, and the children, what will become of the children?” She looked wildly at Kara.

Felanar spoke up. “Do not fear for your future. You have friends who will look after you and your children. Our family will see to it that you are never without. The village is not so harsh that it cannot care for its own.”

He paused, anguished in thought and sick at heart. “Please forgive me, but I should have acted sooner.” He turned away in grief at the sight he held in his mind of her husband being swallowed by the beast. He knew that there was nothing he could have done to save him; it happened too quickly. Felanar could never have made it over in time to save that first man. In fact, it was the very act of his diving overboard that probably spared the other two men. All of that didn’t lessen Felanar’s grief and his desire to have been able to do more.

He and Kara gave a few more words of comfort and support to the widow and the neighbors thanked them for their kindness. There wasn’t much more to be done at that moment, for the woman was beside herself with grief. She had loved her husband very much and now he was gone. It would take time to recover from this sudden blow. Felanar and Kara made their leave and walked back to their house with heavy hearts.

Never did a hero feel less like one.

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