The Knife-thrower Leeth didn’t feel as bad as he might have expected. In the space of little more than a day his identity and lineage had been ripped away and he had, in turn, been ridiculed and rejected by his real father, Donn. Yet strangely, deep in the core of his being, he felt as if something had become resolved. Why should he cling to the tatters of an identity that had been a sham? At last he knew who he was, and that knowledge answered a number of questions that had always bothered him. He had never quite fitted in, even at home he had been an outsider. For so long as a small boy he had tried to model himself on Gudrun, but it had never worked: he was too emotional, too inconstant, he had always lacked the intensity of focus that distinguished everything Gudrun ever did. He was a drifter, a wanderer. A waster. But now he was a drifter with a purpose. He would seek Chi out and find out why he had kept Leeth’s own lineage a secret from him, for he was certain the man-child had known all along.
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