บท 246: Are you going to let Orgath die in vain, then?

"He hasn't touched a thing," remarked one of the attendants, eyeing the untouched food in Orgath's presence.

"I've never seen him like this," replied another, shaking his head sadly. "He just stares into space, as if waiting for Arnulp to return."

Inside the room, Orgath stood with a heavy heart, his chains clinking softly as he shifted restlessly. His once vibrant eyes now held a dull, distant gaze, reflecting the deep loss he felt.

"He's not himself," observed a stablehand, cautiously approaching Orgath with a tray of fresh meat. "Come on, boy, you've got to eat something."

Orgath snorted in response, turning away from the food without a hint of interest.

"He's angry," muttered the stablehand, stepping back cautiously. "Never seen him like this before."

Despite their efforts to comfort and care for him, Orgath remained stubbornly withdrawn, mourning silently for the rider who would never return.