"It has not" He says firmly. "I heard the tales. I listened to the stories. You struck in fear - an accident, a slip - not in anger or for an Oath too terrible to be foresworn."

Gently, he wipes the tears from her cheeks an presses a kiss to her brow.

"But if my grieving granddaughter thinks that to wander with her broken grandfather would ease her pain, then he would welcome her, with open arms."