Calder rode in a daze, not comprehending what Perdyn and Sorrel said around him. He knew they were speaking. Their voices pecked at his brain like gnats swarming a horse. He just could not care.

Returning from behind the brush Sorrel tugged the color of the rough spun clothing disconcerted. Beside Calder, Perdyn paused packing to appraise the boy. Sorrel no longer appeared the grandson of the Omendii.

Calder dug a trench in the dirt as he and Sorrel sat beside their campfire. Perdyn had ventured to the village, Jedston, an hour’s ride away. Well, village was generous from his memory.

“My presence, as always, is indispensable.” Caldar’s nod was brusque before spurring his mount down the trail. Sorrell shrugged, ducked his head, and raced after Caldar.