He moved very quickly for a disabled man, but maybe it was just the desire to get out of the cold and into a heated tent. Wind Passage had informed him along the way that the Pioneer was being stored in the large tent near the armory. Hawke had no problem identifying the tent he spoke of since the massive tent could have easily doubled as a circus tent. Mercifully, he noticed, there were multiple smoking chimneys rising out of each of the tent’s peaks. A giant armed Sasquatch guarded the door to the tent. As the two of them approached the tent, the guard rested his rifle against one of the bracing ropes, then opened the door and held it open for Wind Passage. The boy entered the tent, followed immediately by Hawke. The door closed behind Hawke just as he caught sight of a very poor facsimile of the Pioneer. He wondered in that moment if he was the subject of a joke done in bad taste. “That’s not my ship,” Hawke said, following far behind Wind Passage.
