Raven's Soul. Volume 2 - стр. 17
– Evans… You're so thoughtful… You can share with me, and I promise that everything we say will remain private," I said softly.
– Nothing can be kept from you, my queen," Evans smiled, but his smile was fake. – You're right: thoughts are tearing at my head, and they're dark thoughts, I'm afraid.
Tell me, do you really hate your spouse and all people so much that you would kill them if you had the chance?
– Of course not… Though I can hardly deceive Dead Man's Axe, for he has clung to me with such strength and joy… – I hesitated, for I did not know what else to say.
– You say you love Derek, but your soul can't forgive what he did to Flammehav?
– It's… It's complicated, Evans! Yes, I love him! But I saw with my own eyes the horror and destruction he brought to my kingdom! Thousands of blood-covered refugees who took refuge in our capital told me that Derek's warriors did not spare even children! – I exclaimed with feeling, amazed by the healer's skepticism. – How could I forget? I remember that Derek wasn't the instigator of this war, that he didn't attack Flammehav but my father attacked Kaldwind, that Derek was just protecting his people from us demons, but… I can't forgive. I want to, but I can't. I guess I just choose not to bring it up, yet these thoughts won't leave me, I have no power over them!
– I understand how you feel," Evans said calmly, taking my hand in his. – You have a right to be angry, but remember what Axe did to you. Try to tame your hatred, banish it from your soul, because if that sword accidentally falls into your hands, you'll turn into a monster. Remember that you love your husband and that you volunteered to save his life. Derek Merkswerd awaits your return. Remember that.
– You promised to tell me, does this sword have any effect on you? What do you see in your mind? – I persisted.
– Alas, I too am imperfect, but the Axe seems to have nothing to eat in my soul: I have forgiven all my enemies and wish them nothing but good and happiness.
– You are honorable, Evans Vallas," I smiled involuntarily. – Stay that way always.
Soon we were on our way again, and after some time spent in silence we saw the still sunlit valley and the lonely house hidden in it. When we reached the house, we dismounted and led our horses to the stables.
– There are so many artifacts stored in your house… Do you know the exact number? – I asked, feeling the rush of magic and aura of enchantment again, only this time I felt them several times stronger.
– Hmm… I honestly don't know, I've never counted. But I've decided that we definitely need to create a special scabbard for our sword. I'll see what I can do. – Evans shut our horses in the wide stalls, gave them water and oats, and then hid the Dead Man's Axe in a corner of the stable under a generous layer of straw. – Let it lie here for now. I don't want that weapon in my house.
We left the stable and walked to the front door of the house. I was looking forward to lying in the hot tub, resting after my horrible experience with Axe, and hoping that Evans would use his magic to make a nice, hearty dinner.
– Please," the healer said, opening the door in front of me, and I went in first.
He followed me in and immediately went to the room where he kept his artifacts.