Seven Jewels and seven threads. Find them, twine them, bind them into a braid to discover how to unlock the secret of the Jewels. What was pale becomes dark and dark changes to light. Sometimes destruction is the way to end a cycle of tyranny. Blazing sun and icy moons unite in the Yellow Jewel. You must go over land, across the sea and back again. Seek the thread and learn this lesson. What makes a home does not have to be a place. Fears may lurk and fears are faced when one learns to trust.
~*~
Disa turned
and waved farewell to the Holders and their
She prodded
her horned horse and caught up with her companion. “Must we race like
prisoners released from a dungeon?”
He slowed his
steed. “Why not? I wish to reach my home as soon as I can.”
Home, she
thought. Hers had been a peddler’s wagon and then the tavern in
Pala. She didn’t understand his being drawn to a place. “Thy home
won’t run.”
He
laughed. “Thee are right, but some inner yearning pushes me to hurry to
High Sanctuary. What if the mages have established a refuge there?”
She made a
face. “Didn’t Andalor mention a ship filled with Queen’s Guards and mages
that arrived in Quato around the time when thee did?”
“One or more
might have remained. I need to find out.”
She supposed
he was right but that wasn’t his real reason for the rush to return to his
home. He wanted to visit his mother’s grave to bid her farewell.
Did he really believe her spirit lingered on this plane waiting to hear of the
success or failure of Liara’s quest?
At dusk they
arrived in Desert’s Edge where they purchased enough supplies for the
journey. She nearly suggested they stop at the Healers’ House for
medicinals, but could think of none they would need before they reached the
market in Quato.
Eight days of
traveling from dawn to dusk brought them to the seaport town. On the
outskirts they passed the villa where she had received her Jewel.
“Remember our time here?” she asked.
“Clearly.
What a pompous fool I was. Attacking Valmir when he wasn’t the
enemy. Angering Liara and thee.”
She reached
for his hand. “Thee feared someone would harm her and keep her from the
quest.” She sighed. “I wonder how the others fare.”
“If there
were problems couldn’t they reach us on the inner path?” Brader asked.
“I don’t
know. I’ve listened every night and the voices have grown fainter.
Should we stay here or go directly to the docks?”
He prodded
his horse. “This is too far from town. We’ll find an inn.
Word of ships leaving for Thanis will be heard at one, but we can’t leave for a
day or two.”
She
nodded. “We have to sell the horses.”
“And arrange
for passage. We’re too late for today’s animal market.”
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