“Which star will lead you to the mountain of Loud Whispers?”
“The fifth one from the constellation of the Bow.”
South Wind nodded and turned to the nearby Master. He closed his eyes, muttering something under his breath.
“Now it’s your turn,” the Scholar said, hurrying him along.
He couldn’t wait to continue his examination, but he could only do it when it was his turn. That was their agreement.
“How many have you done, Prince?” The old man asked as he approached the sweaty boy who was grinding his teeth from the strain.
“Thirty-two... three-and-and--and-and-and thirty thre-eee,” Hadjar counted out, barely able to do so.
“Excellent,” the Master nodded.
He walked over to the flat cobblestones, which were the same as the two that were currently on the Prince’s back. The Master had pe
