3
LEARNING TO BE HUMAN
Later that evening, Lar found himself knocking on a familiar door in the town of Reflection, about three hundred miles south of Tanzaa's Garden on the Don River. Here, he had grown up, sheltered from the horrors of his childhood. The old stone cottage sat far off the main road. Its moss-covered walls reminded him that, unlike other Wise Ones, he luckily did have a home beyond the grand palace he still could not open. Here his grandfather's books waited for him to collect. Lar hoped perhaps here he could help Patha learn to be a human.
He was still keeping her asleep, floating beside him so that to the casual observer she was simply standing beside him on the stoop. She was dressed in furs again, but he now had her floating beside him, upright. No one from the road
