Analysis Of ' Grey Warden ' Essay
Cousland’s smile widened at the awed tone in Soris’ voice. “It would be…remiss of me not to aid another in their vengeance, especially against those who harmed their family.”
He grasped the hilt of a knife tucked into his belt.
Soris sucked in a breath, staring at Cousland in disbelief. “You mean…”
Cousland pulled the blade from its sheath. “As I said, word of Vaughan’s cruelties reached even my family home. I can understand your anger against him perfectly.”
I had trouble following what was happening; however, once Cousland slid the weapon to Soris I could not mistake the setup. Soris would kill Vaughan with Cousland’s help. The two who had argued against Cousland taking Vaughan’s bribe remained silent, ostensibly satisfied about the man’s fate. Something I, to my surprise, found myself sharing the same sentiment.
It was the wrong way to think. I should speak up; argue for a better option other than murder—like throwing Vaughan back into his cell. He could suffer for his crimes by wasting away as he had been doing. No one would be any wiser to his whereabouts. Yet, I could not bring myself to say anything.
Soris’ anguished face kept surfacing in my mind; the same expression he wore when Vaughan gloated over his crimes against his wife and cousins. Even if I could ignore Vaughan’s transgressions, I knew my interference would piss Soris off. He would see my alternative as a betrayal, and alienating the one person who showed me kindness in this place…