ABSTRACT
Little Boren’s wound healed, and though he walked with a slight limp, he was strong again, and a man, so a few days after Basatzaun and the others left, he said, “We’ll just walk toward the warm and the sunset and find the Place.” He was more hopeful than certain, for there were gaps in his memory, but it didn’t seem important that he couldn’t remember details of his journey here. He was with Tsurinye, who smiled and took his hand and gestured for him to lead, saving her words.
