Epilogue
Romulo looked over his shoulder, waiting for his brother to come up beside him. Remo always walked a little behind. He was naturally more cautious and preferred to follow, his eyes continually searching for any dangers that threatened. Romulo understood, and was grateful that his twin always came with him whenever the restlessness drove him outside the streets of Raki. He watched with characteristic patience as Remo took the last two steps in one graceful leap.
Below them the serried folds of Silver Mountain’s foothills rose and fell in a descending sweep of dark grey rocks and fresh green shrubs. Contracting shadows echoed the shapes of the youngling trees, each drawing back into its own footprint as the milky sun rose toward midday. The shadows looked as if they were scurrying
