“As dangerous as you? How many men have you killed?”
“I've got a bad feeling, Colken, and I'm usually right.”
“What harm can he do? One man against five?”
“A lot of harm.”
“Remember the Grey Man?”
“What's he got to do with it?”
“He accepted you, didn't he? And you accepted me. Why? What's so different about me? At least we know something about him. You knew nothing about me, yet you readily accepted me into the group.”
“That was different.”
“How?”
“It just was.”
“I trust Colken's judgement,” said Follie, receiving a filthy look from Yesterday for his efforts.
“So do I,” said Dickon, to Colken's surprise.
Colken turned to Pick, who looked up from his blade and shrugged.
“Fine,” said Yesterday, “but when it all goes tits up, remember what I said.”
That night, the storm finally blew over and Colken woke to a fresh, breezy dawn with a blue sky. A perfect day to travel. Now numbering six, Colken's party set off, heading west.
The war was over. Sorrow was gone. Colken was not just alive, but free. He had set out to save Sorrow. In the end, Sorrow had saved him.
As they rode towards the horizon, he reached up and felt the reassuring beat of his heart.
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