"Diccon!" I called, without turning, when I had finished.
He came slowly forward to the table, and stood beside it with hanging head.

I tore the leaf from the book and pushed it over to him.

"Take it," I ordered.
"To the commander ?" he asked.

"I am to take it to the commander ?" I shook my head.

"Read it." He stared at it vacantly, turning it now this way, now that.
"Did you forget how to read when you forgot all else ?" I said sternly.
He read, and the color rushed into his face.
"It is your freedom," I said.