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But Fallion had a greater destiny. Even now he gazed down upon the widow,
trying to discover why she would never marry.
Her little cottage at me edge of the wilds was so... lush. The garden behind
the house was lavish for a lone woman, and it was kept behind a tall fence so
that her milk goat, which stood in the crook of a low apple tree, could not
get the vegetables.
Bushes and trees had been planted around the house to break the wind and offer
shelter to birdsтАФbee eaters and sparrows that, like me chickens, cleared the
garden of worms and beetles.
Wicker flower baskets hung from the eaves of the cottage, drawing honeybees,
and Fallion did not doubt that the widow Huddard knew where the hives lay.
This woman lived in harmony with nature. Her home was a little island paradise
surrounded by rocky hills.
Fallion said, "She works hard. Nobody around her works
as hard. We've seen a hundred cottages along the road, but
none like hers. She doesn't want to raise some man like he
was a baby." J
Sir Borenson laughed again. I
Waggit agreed, "I suspect that you're right. The other shacks that we've
passed were poor indeed. Their owners merely survive. They look at the hard
clay, the rocky ground, and don't have the heart to work it. So they let their
sheep and cattle crop the grass short and live off what scraps of meat they
can get. But this woman, she thrives on ground

that breaks the hearts of lesser men. One widow with the heart of a warlord,
forever battling the rocks and clay and cold up on this hillside...." Waggit
spoke with a note of fi┬мnality. The lesson was done.
Fallion asked Waggit, "Did you bring us all of the way up here, just to see
one old lady?"
"I didn't bring you up here," Waggit said. "Your father did."
Jaz's head snapped up. "You saw my da?" he asked ea┬мgerly. "When?"
"I didn't see him," Waggit said. "I heard the command last night, in my heart.
A warning. He told me to bring you boys here."
A warning? Fallion wondered. Somehow it surprised him that his father had
spared him a thought. As far as Fallion knew, his father had forgotten that he
even had a pair of sons. Fallion sometimes felt as fatherless as the by-blows
that littered the inns down on Candler's Street.
Fallion wondered if there was more that his father had wanted him to see.
Fallion's father could use his Earth Pow┬мers to peer into the hearts of men
and see their pasts, their desires. No man alive could know another person or
judge their worth like Fallion's father.
Fallion's horse ambled forward, nosed a clump of grass by die roadside.
Fallion drew reins, but the beast fought him. "Get back," Fallion growled,
pulling hard.
Borenson warned the stallion, "Careful, friend, or the stable-master will have
your walnuts."
All right, Fallion thought, I've seen what my father wanted me to see. But why
does he want me to see it now?
Then Fallion had it. "With a lot of work, you can thrive in a hard place."
With rising certainty he said, "That is what my father wants me to know. He is