I reach Othello's side. He is still shaking his head and rubbing his brow. I put an arm around his shoulders.

"You fought bravely. King Thidrek is a great warrior. There is no shame in your defeat."

"I wish he would let me train with him."

"I am sure it can be arranged. But tell me, is your mother preoccupied by something? I have seen her exchange odd glances with King Attila. I hope it is not an omen of war."