“We spared his life. It was the only choice open to us. Banishment or death. No one wanted it, and no one was happy with the sentence, but we felt we had no choice. We spared his life and lived without him. We caught glimpses of his greatness, this son to our people. A born leader. We saw what it did to him. You can’t see what it did to us.”

“I hope you don’t want me to feel sorry for you.” Rachael limped across the room to the table. She left the door wide open. There would be no sleeping until Rio returned safely and the sound of the rain soothed her ragged nerves and made her feel closer to him. Rio’s rain songs. The sound made him closer to her.

“Not sorry for us. Perhaps understanding. We lost him and his mother. Banishment means he is dead to us. We can’t see him or speak to him, yet he gives his money to us for the preservation of the forest.”

“How could you take it?”

“If we can’t see him or speak to him, how could we return it?”

“So you could see the money, just not the giver.”

Delgrotto smiled at her ferocity. “You must promise me you’ll have many children with him. We need them.”

The soup was delicious. She hated to even concede him that much and it annoyed her. A faint grin stole over her face. “I think I have a closed mind where you’re concerned. I don’t want to see your point of view.”

“At least you can admit that.” He seemed to savor the taste of the broth. “You would make a good member of the high council.”

Rachael managed a rude noise around the next mouthful of soup.

Delgrotto’s eyebrow shot up. “You don’t think so? One has to look at a problem from every angle. Before you can do that, you have to acknowledge there is more than one angle. I didn’t agree with banishment, but the alternative was beyond our capabilities to impose on him.”

“Well for heaven’s sake, did you consider another punishment? Something not quite so harsh? Live a little, make a few laws up, that’s what every other governing body does.”

He nodded his head politely, considering her suggestion. “What do you believe is a fair punishment for murder?”

“It wasn’t murder.”

“What was it then?”

“I don’t know, but I’ve seen murder. I’ve felt the malevolence of a cold-blooded murderer, of someone truly evil, and that is not Rio.”