‘But it was just the wind,’ Rielle answered unsurely. ‘The canyon back there was not very friendly, after all.’
Old shook his head. ‘Not canyon! Not mountain! Not little friend! Trouble! Only trouble can break the Truth of Time. Only trouble breaks things I build with these hands!’
The mountain path began to lead them down into the lowlands.
Rielle sighed. It had taken Pud, Far and herself what seemed like ages to climb the mountain, and now they had to go all the way back down again.
Had they done all that climbing for no good reason?
Rielle peered curiously at Old. He was walking with one hand placed tenderly on Pud’s head as Pud gazed up at him with adoring eyes. Then, in a brisk movement, Old moved his eye-patch over to cover his other eye. Rielle was bursting to ask him why. She walked on silently for several strides, but at the risk of being impolite, she just had to know.
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