| Subject: Re: Help For the Weary |
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Michael / Evan
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Date Posted: 12:05:44 08/21/03 Thu
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The Cheysuli Clan Leader
's message, "Re: Help For the Weary" on 20:48:40 08/20/03 Wed
Michael bowed low, struggling to maintain his composure. But behind his placid countenance, great joy danced in his eyes.
"Thank you," he said fervently, and couldn't think of anything better to say. "Oh...thank you. Your great kindness is much appreciated, and will never be forgotten."
Evan lowered his head once more. ::One day we shall repay you for your generosity.::
The boy (no longer a boy) squared his shoulders. "I shall watch over my kin. I shall uphold the proud and mighty traditions of the Cheysuli."
::This shall I do also.::
With a final farewell to the clan leader and his lir, Michael and Even hurried to the north end of the keep. Two horses waited there, standing patiently---a bay mare and a dappled grey stallion. They were loaded with the supplies that the group would need to traverse the mountain pass.
Michael hesitated for a moment as he took up the horses' leads, murmuring to them and stroking their soft noses. The gold bands felt heavy on his arms, full of portent, and when he touched his left earlobe there was a spot of blood on his finger.
::Come, warrior,:: Evan called, circling high above. ::Let's show Gabriel just how well we can do!::
The boy grinned. Feeling tears start to his eyes, he suppressed them fiercely, for warriors did not cry---even if the tears were of happiness. Holding the leads securely, he strode off into the shadows, following the shadowy form of his lir high above.
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