He flinched… then screamed. A scream of shock, not pain.
He could hear.

“Da… da…” he whispered, discovering his own voice.

When Arnaud burst in, furious and ready to destroy me, Lucien broke free from his arms and repeated the word.

His father fell to his knees and, his voice broken by tears, thanked me as one thanks someone who has just restored life to what was believed lost forever.