Benn stood and watched his daughter kiss the quiet soldier. And Temas, the tiny child, reached for the nobleman’s hand. “How long will he be gone?” “I don’t know, child,” Benn answered. “But he will be well.” “I would be scared if Samis wasn’t dead.” “I know.” He knelt beside the girl. “There’s no cause for fear now, though.” They watched Tahn and Lorne ride together to the gate. Netta stood apart from the others. “Are you crying?” nine-year-old Doogan asked her. “No.” “It’s all right to miss him.” Netta smiled. “Thank you.” She turned to find all the children looking at her and took a deep breath. “Shall we practice our sums?” “Do we have to?” Stuva frowned. “No.” She sighed. “Not immediately, I suppose. Go and play a little while, but don’t trouble Hildy in the kitchen.” Vari walked solemnly toward the gate. As the rest of the children scattered, Benn turned to his daughter. “I trust God for Tahn, Netta.” She took his hand.
