“Couldn’t you have forced her or something?” Bevan asked me.
We were sitting in the clearing once again, discussing the little girl. Bevan’s right arm was in a sling, his knuckles were cleaned and he looked much better.
“It was like she had the mind of a six-year-old,” I said. “She couldn’t have hurt him.”
“Who knows what the minds of six-year-olds are like in Adwen?” Bevan said. “They could be murderous or something, I mean, look at her face.”
“I doubt murderous people carry rag dolls and play in sandpits.”
“How would you know she carries a rag doll?” Bevan asked bewilderedly.
I sighed. Bevan doesn’t know about my first excursion into Adwen. I didn’t know whether I should tell him.
“She’s just a kid okay?”
We sat in silence for a moment. It was hot in the dense foliage. I wanted to go back to the coolness of the cottage. Just as I stood up, Bevan spoke again.
“Any news from my father?” he asked to the ground.
“No one has seen him for a while,” I said. “The villagers think –“ I took a breath. “They think he’s gone back to the city.”
“What do you mean back?” Bevan asked, standing up quickly. He accidentally bumped his right elbow against the log we were leaning against, causing him to wince in pain.
“I don’t know, Bevan.”
He looked back at the ground.
“If he’s really gone,” he started. “I can come back.” His face lightened up. I could tell he missed it. I did too. The mark was fading rapidly now. I hoped it’d be gone in a few days.
“But there won’t be any Combat and Stealth without Magorian.”
“You’ll know where he is tomorrow,” Bevan said quickly.
He made for the opening to the clearing, but I grabbed his arm.
“Let me just make sure Bevan,” I said. “I’ll go to your cottage tonight and see if he’s there.” I knew Bevan could be reckless. I didn’t really want to go to his father. I like the rest of the town, was scared of him. I just didn’t want Bevan to know that.
“You’d do that?” Bevan asked, amazed. The sudden spark of admiration in his eyes made me smile.
“Anytime.”
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