The Arrival

The morning brought naught else but the saddle again. Again they raced, it seemed to battle Time. Resting but for an hour in the middle of the day, again they sat in the saddle and continued to flee, stopping not for sleep this time.

Around the midnight hour, they came towards looming gates. “Ja Bin Moiwt Dnierf! Ekam Ruoy Acres Auf, Ezsorp !” “I Am Your Friend! Make Your Hearts Open ,Please!” cried Rada and the gates creaked open before them. Mirti at this time was fast asleep. They rode at a gentle walk following the dirt path till they came before a glowing building. A singular man of uncertain features (for it was dark) greeted them and led the horses away. Rada carried Mirti inside the building and after depositing him in a room designated for his sleeping purposes, went to meet with the chief sage.

“Chief Dharma” murmured Rada, bowing respectfully. The sage after making the proper bow of acknowledgement and the gesture of blessing, beckoned Rada towards the mats by the Basin of Sophy.

“Rada, my friend, “began the sage “it seems that I cannot persuade You to do away with the formalities..” “That You cannot, Dharma.” “That was the boy, the One..that You carried in.” “Yes””Tell me of his capabilities” “He is not learned, by Your standards, but he is quick. There is also much for him to learn of the physical part of war.I think that a little studying with You and Your sages and with Master Quick will be enough.” “..It must be enough..I will judge Him tomorrow, myself. You have had a long journey..retire to Your chambers. The ones in which You stayed previously.”

Bowing again, Rada withdrew in search of sleep.