Two JugglersThe sun had set hours ago as Horace, next to me, and said, “You’re quest is having an effect on the world.”
“I don’t feel like I am on a quest,” I said
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“When I think of a quest, I imagine a knight of old conquering lands in search of Christ’s chalice. Or of a Hobbit rescuing a ring from a dragon. But if I were that hobbit I would have spent my first three days recovering from blisters not having reached the foot hills and would have ruined the whole story. I’m not really on a quest. I’m an ordinary man wandering a brand new world. Wandering and mostly, well, lost.”
Horace tapped my arm. “What about rescuing Wind3?”
“She’s more an excuse than a goal.”
Horace hesitated. “But you’re having a real effect on the world.”
“How so?” I asked.
“Thous
