said Heriot. “It doesn’t give up, does it? Hard to think of myself as being twenty-five years old.” “One moment little, the next big,” said Cayley in his husky, damaged voice. “Me, that is, not you. You’ve always been big.” “Neither of us has ever been as big as we are now,” Heriot said. “Are you off to fight somewhere? Fight! Fight! Fight! That’s all you think of.” “I’m working out with Voicey Landis,” Cayley said. “I’m his favorite, and it’s not just being big and strong. I’m—what’s that word? I’m agile. That means quick,” he added, proud of a new word. “The ones that are even stronger than me, they dive in to strike me. Down comes the sword, but—hey— I’m already over there, and spinning in from the side.” He mimed a graceful movement. “I’m strong enough, but quickness, that’s my skill. And I work at it more than most.” “I know,” said Heriot. “When I ask you to tidy our shed, you always say you’ve got to practice.”
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