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though, one thing was clear. The Stepsons were leaving Sanctuary.
Relatively few townspeople had gathered to witness their passing, but the first pair waved at them
anyway as they set off. No one returned their salutation.
Of the watchers, two men were notable if only from the diversity of the pair. One was old, his
hair more silver-white than gray, while the other was a youth barely out of his teens. The younger
was dressed in the humble garb of the town's lower class, while the elder man's finery marked him
as one who moved in richer, perhaps even royal, circles, That they were together, however, was
never in question. Not simply because they stood together and exchanged comments, though that
Would have been sufficient evidence for most. Even more apparent was their manner. While they
conversed freely, their eyes never met, but instead remained focused on what was going on around
them. Close attention was paid to the departing pair of Stepsons as if attempting to memorize
their appearance and gear, then switched once more to the preparation of the remaining
mercenaries.
Were they not so open in their scrutiny, the two might be mistaken for spies. As it was, they were
ignored, for neither was unknown around the city. The younger was Hort, a lowly storyteller; the
older, Hakiem, once a talespinner himself and mentor to Hort, was now adviser to the ruler of the
Beysib.
"Well, it actually looks like they're going."
"Of course," Hakiem replied without looking at his friend. "Did you doubt it?"
"Yes, and so did you." Hort smiled. "But that didn't keep us from being out here at dawn. We
should have known that even if anything happened, it wouldn't happen until later."
"True enough. Still, if we had slept in and they had decided to get underway on time, we would
have missed it completely."
The younger man snuck a sideways glance at Hakiem.
"I can see where that would affect me," he said, "but why should it make any difference to you?
Your storytelling days are behind you now."
"Call it habit," the old man grunted. "Besides, an adviser needs infor- mation as much as a
storyteller, and the best information is still that which you gather yourself."
The men fell silent as another pair of Stepsons rode by
"Well, it actually looks like they're going," Hort repeated, almost to himself.
Hakiem hawked and spat noisily in the dust.
"Good riddance!" he declared with sudden vehemence. "The sooner they're clear of the town, the
better it will be for all of us! There has been nothing but chaos and death in the city since they
arrived. Maybe now things will return to normal!"
Hort struggled, but lost his brief bout with silence-
"As I recall, Hakiem, there was chaos and death in Sanctuary long before the Stepsons put in their
appearance. I don't see where they've been any worse than Jubal's hawkmasks used to be ... or your
pet fish- eyed friends for that matter- It's wrong to try to blame the Stepsons for all our
problems . . . and dangerous to think things will return to nor- mal when they've left. I don't
think I even know what normal is any- more."
Hakiem turned away, his eyes avoiding both Hort and the departing Stepsons.
"You're right, of course," he admitted. "Though the Beysib have been far gentler with our town
than the Stepsons, who were supposed to be guarding it. Water does not flow upstream, nor does
time run backward. Sanctuary will never be what it was. Hawkmasks, Stepsons, Beysib - . . they've
all had their impact on the town, and their presence will never be completely removed. Even the
new laborers who are here to work on the walls will change our lives, though in what ways we have
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