TKC 85
The boy turned out quite the surprise. It appears
we have a saviour waiting for us, and one to accompany us on the journey to
reconciliation. Horin requires further scrutiny indeed. Now I wonder
if the girl Siri possesses something extra, given her brother is a Delver.
Talent is genetic, but does it manifest in multiple ways in the same
generational time frame?
My brother, rest his soul, had not one iota of talent. I smile
inwardly. Axel was a marvel at sports, and often it seemed like magic, what he
did to his competitors, but his was purely a physical mastery. Until the day
the bulls ran faster than he did. At least he died doing what he loved.
I grin openly, imagining him challenging the cavalry. He would
have shouted at them, told them to take him
on … my grin vanishes. I miss him.
With my horse picking the way, I study the terrain. Our first
test will come with the river glinting ahead. It is wide and fast, and its
strength is obvious even from here. Hopefully it will be shallow. Beyond is
tightly packed scrub, the kind to lacerate bare legs. Many bare legs among the
marchers, for slaves wear robes. We cannot afford injuries, even the surface
kind. Haste is our ally and wounds will slow us.
It may be best to follow the river on the softer sand for a
while before crossing. Feeling like to a genie, I nod to myself, and swing
back.
“We will follow the river until nightfall!”
Far back, I see Damin wave. He does not hear my words, but
he does not need to. A remarkable talent, that. I notice the net curves to
flank the stragglers. It appears the device has the power of reason, for it
herds them together, ensuring none will be lost. Amazing.
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