He didn’t know exactly what he planned to say, he only hoped his instinct about her was right. Would she help Sara and Ajax and their new baby? It was a big risk, but what other option did he have? He rehearsed his excuse for visiting with Barnabas’ grandmother over and over again. No doubt the guards would find his request even more baffling than when he came to meet with Barnabas himself. Just as he made the final turn down the road that led to the chief’s home he stopped dead at the sight of the old woman sitting with her thin legs crossed on the ground. In her hands she held a small pouch of, what appeared to be, dark sand. She scooped up a handful of the interesting powder and let it fall back into the bag in thin streams between her knobby fingers. “There you are.” She didn’t look at all surprised to see him, as if she’d been waiting there all night. Gryphon pulled off his heavy cloak and flung it around the Historian’s shoulders.
