The minstrel cried loudly, nearly fainting, yet his face flushed with excitement.
Without waiting for Li Yu to respond, he continued, "My lord, these people had their homes destroyed by bandits and survived only by the blessing of Saturday.
"Seeing their pitiful state and having nowhere to go, I took the liberty of bringing them to see you. You... you won't blame me, will you?"
By the end of his speech, Kieren's voice had begun to tremble; one might think the minstrel was compassionate, if not for the fact that he knew he was actually terrified.
Kieren knew he had reached a critical moment.
This gamble meant nothing up until now; it was only now that the outcome would truly be decided. If Li Yu did not acknowledge his identity, all his eloquence would be in vain.
Otherwise, it would be a miraculous escape from death, a turnaround from a hopeless situation!
