morn

The place where Morn went would have made no sense to him.

Morn would have been better off if she'd died then.

But Morn was on the other side of the table.

"We need to get an early start in the morn."

And Morn had killed most of that family with her own hands.

At least once he'd nearly killed Morn for the same reason.

But no one said Morn had anything to do with it.

During the past two days, Morn had seen that he was changed.

For a while battle morn looked like just another day.

No, it was more likely that Morn and her son were dead.

And because that was the only deal he'd been able to make with Morn.

Where had I been on the morn of their murder?

In an entirely different way, Morn also seemed to know better.

"Morn is one big baby when it comes to things like this."

"Let us set camp here and find our way down in the morn."

"I have not yet heard my name called in the battle morn."

Morn gave no sign that she knew he was taking a stand.

What brings you here at this time of the morn?

"He was in good enough shape to phone your morn."

They seemed impressed by the morn, if not the man.

She kept watch on her brother to protect Morn and the rest of them.

Then he approached Morn with the terms of his offer.

The promise Morn received from her father was never kept.

In another minute Morn would demand an answer from him.

Morn hardly knew him; could only guess at what he felt.