Arngeirr watches as the monk prostrates himself on the floor.  The little man is himself overwhelmed with shame and regret, and Arngeirr hears his pleas for forgiveness.<br/><br/>"A gentleman always forgives, Vernasus," he says.  His words, despite their meaning, are still harsh.  "But he does not forget.  I will not be the one to decide your fate; this is Wolfram's domain, and I shall defer to him."<br/><br/>The huge man lowers his head down beside Vernasus.  His eyes are locked on young Mary, his anger stirring once again at the sight of the young girl's condition.  Even with Zato's timely concoction, Arngeirr did not know if she would recover.  He did not even know what ailed her beyond the vague words he heard in the library.<br/><br/>"Regardless of your master's decision, you and I shall have words again.  And it is likely that you will rue the day you ever met the son of Anvindr."