Seeing the man as sincere and likely to treat both mother and child well, Gabrant agreed to the match and divorced the mother.
As for the woman from the merchant house, the tie was cut cleanly with money.
After all, she had been tied to him by money to begin with.
There were no loose ends.
The two sons were put into his army to beat the roughness out of their characters.
If they set their minds right, the elder, Zecht, would make a fine soldier, and Gramis could at least manage as an aide or administrator.
He drew a full breath of the fresh forest air and let it out and for a moment the tangled burdens he had left in the capital felt washed away. Renewed in his resolve, he tightened his stomach and guided his horse along the cleared path through the woods.
The two-story white villa had been built by his grandfather for his wife so she could rest in the calm of the rich forest.
His grandmother had been frail and preferred quiet surroundings.
