Legora? Can it really be true? We’ve made it at last.I turn to wake up Mama and Mattie, but Mama’s already awake. Her eyes are packed with fresh tears, threatening to spill. “Let’s wake Mattie,” I say. She bobs her head once, and then gently stirs him. “We’re here,” she says. “Come see your new home.”Everyone has gathered outside the wagons. Ahead, the road we’re on leads directly toward the city. Sand-colored walls protect the town. When we near, I notice the walls are made of clay and bricks. The guard at the entrance checks our wrists for the brand—a mark we receive as citizens of society, which looks as if two lazy cobras are intertwined and about to fight each other. If someone doesn’t have the symbol, they aren’t allowed entrance to cities. Vagabonds are usually the ones who don’t possess these. One by one we enter the gates. Citizens freely walk about, arms full of fresh produce. There’s another wall ahead, and the city splits left and right. “Which way do we go?”
