‘I see you are determined in your course,’ the story teller said. ‘I thank you for your hospitality in bringing me this far, and wish you the blessings of the Creator in your endeavours at the festival.’
‘May the Creator guide your words,’ Uberto replied, and the footsteps of the story teller could be heard receding.
Mina became aware Dario was holding her hand. She was torn.
‘I want to speak to him,’ she said. Perhaps what he saw in her was the same thing Dario had just spoken of, the unnamed power. And perhaps this story teller might help her set it free. Uberto must know she was more story teller than player. Why would he want to stop her discovering her real gifts? Unless, she suddenly saw, he wanted to be the one to direct it.
Dario looked down at her, suddenly nervous. ‘I knew th
