answers.â
âWhen?â
âWhen we get to Woormra. Perhaps even on the way there.â
âWoormra?â
âItâs where you were born. The place I carried you from a long time ago. Now itâs time for me to take you back.â
âI donât want to go.â
âYou donât have any choice.â
âNo.â Saria refused again. âIâm not leaving the valley. You canât make me.â
âI can if I have to.â
âHeâs a nightwalker, girl.â Ma said. âThat wonât mean anything to you, but trust me, if he wants to get you there, he can. Even if he has to carry you all the way.â
âBut I want to stay here.â
âWhat you want doesnât matter any more.â
âMa â¦â Saria turned to the old woman in appeal, but Ma Lee shook her head.
âNah, girl. Heâs right. This is stuff going back a long time into the past. You and me are at the end of a long, long journey, and now you gotta step out off the path on your own.â
âListen, girl.â Dariand took a tiny step towards her. âI know this is difficult, but thereâs no other way. Weâll leave early tomorrow. Dreamer Gaardi will meet us down in the Shades.â
âDreamer Gaardiâs coming?â
âYes. Heâll keep us company.â
âDoesnât matter. Iâm still not going.â
âI know you donât want to, but thereâs a lot more people in these lands than just you.â Dariand slowly eased himself back to the ground. âAnd now, if you donât mind, I might sleep. Iâve had a long journey and it will be a big day tomorrow. Saria, you should sleep too.â
âIâm not tired.â
âDo as he says, girl,â Ma interrupted. âHe knows best.â
Ma busied herself attaching the tin shutters to the windows to keep the early morning light out. Dariand settled in the shadows beside the door, lying fully clothed on the hard, packed dirt. When Ma went to place the shutter over the door, he stopped her.
âLeave it, Ma. I like fresh air.â
âCreatures could come in â¦â
âLeave it.â
Ma leaned the shutter back against the wall with no further argument and raked the coals down, plunging the room deeper into shadow.
Crossing to her sleeping mat, Saria was aware of the manâs eyes watching, studying her as she prepared for sleep. His stare made her back and neck prickle, and as she went to shrug her robe off over her head a curious self-consciousness swept through her. She climbed under her blanket as quickly as possible and lay facing the wall. Even so, that measuring gaze still itched at her back.
The light died to a dull glow. Maâs shadow still bustled around, as she got into her own tattered night robe and rolled her sleeping mat out in its usual place near the food store. Then she did a strange thing, something sheâd never done before; she crossed the room and perched on the edge of Sariaâs mat.
Under her worn blanket, Saria tensed. She hadnât forgotten that earlier Ma had promised her a thrashing. But to her surprise, nothing happened. For a long time the old woman sat there while Saria feigned sleep. Then she reached out and lightly stroked her bony fingers against the girlâs matted hair. The sensation made Sariaâs scalp tingle.
âYouâve been a good girl. But this landâs got bigger plans for you than just stayinâ here in this valley.â Maâs voice was a whisper.
Saria opened her eyes and looked up at the woman. âWill I come back?â
âDonât know. Wouldnât think so, but you canât tell these things. You just be careful, alright? And listen to him over there.â She nodded at Dariandâs sleeping form. âHeâs rough, but heâll do the best he can for you. Heâs got a good heart.â
She stopped her stroking and