He wasn’t brought by Bes or anyone else; he’d navigated around the Kraken’s maze by himself. Bes didn’t seem to have any problem with this and barely paid it any notice. Why are they so comfortable with a free-running hyaena? Saoirse wondered. She looked into the creature’s eyes as he laughed twice and began to whine. This hyaena was worried about me, she thought. I should give it a name soon. Saoirse pet the hyaena twice more and walked forward; the animal quickly fell into step with her. Saoirse was still shaken by the experience with the Kraken. She was no fool; she knew the Kraken would have gladly torn her in two if given the chance. But still, she’d never felt an emotion that deep before; it was the fear of a child, magnified a hundredfold. Saoirse also wondered what her power was. Occasionally Elysia would host monotheists, so she had studied the scriptures that contained the Horsemen. But if she was the White Knight, what was her gift?
