Light had given way, and nightfall descended silently. The flickering campfire in the great hall cast shadows on the king's face, outlining the stiff lines as if sculpting a cooling statue.
Xiulote looked at his friend with anticipation, yet he could feel the king's gaze growing deeper and the distance between them starting to stretch.
The youth felt a sense of urgency in his heart and didn't wait any longer. Subconsciously, he reached out his hand, hesitated for just a moment, and then gently pulled at Aweit's sleeve. Then, looking into his eyes, he sincerely and firmly made his promise again.
"Aweit, believe me. I will always stand with you, just like in the past," he said.