“Wonderful. Unfortunately, she didn't come with me, this trip,” he said, blinking back tears of joy. “Had a wedding to attend, y'see. If I'd a known you were in the Vanguard, I would've brought her straight along.”
“Tell her I said hi,” Zofia said.
“Absolutely will,” he said. “My eyes, I never thought I would see the day when you would be the one to avenge your parents' murder.” He wiped his face again with a large, square hand. A gold ring on his finger glittered as he did. “I don't have the words in me to say how proud I am of you.”
Zofia had to swallow her own tears. He had put it well enough, she thought. “You just did, Uncle Onslow. You just did.”
“I c'n see right now how I'm going to vote,” he said.
“Oh—no—you don't have to,” she said, clutching his large arm with her free hand.
