CHAPTER IX: RED SMOKE (3)
The night had fallen. The Queen was in the tile factory, her old home. She had spent the afternoon caring for her mother. Adelia’s pupils had fallen. Her face looked weak, and she had been in bed for four days straight.
“This is the last spoonful of oatmeal, mother” said the queen. “Why you don´t want to eat?”
“Daughter, you've been here all afternoon. Shouldn't you attend a dinner with Argôn?” asked th eldest woman.
“Yes, mother, but you need my care. I can't leave you alone in this state.”
"Your father would be very proud of you," she exclaimed. “But you must go, my daughter. Why do I feel that you have been trying to avoid Argônæth?”
“Mother, I'm here because I want to take care of you. Argôn can live his life alone.”
“Daughter, I know you very well. I k
