What help? Duinn opened his mouth to speak, but his mind was blank. There was nothing to do but continue his journey, and so he did. Reluctantly, he cast a final look over his shoulder as he walked away. The woman watched him go. She looked like she was crying, although her tears were not real.
Later, Duinn opened his eyes to a different circle of stones. He was sitting as if he had never moved. His legs ached like they had walked miles without rest.
The wind was fierce and tangled his hair into his beard. Duinn ignored it as he turned around, getting his bearings. This place was familiar, but ages of change made known things alien and strange things familiar. Resolutely he shouldered his pack and began to walk.
The highway greeted him like an old friend. He walked until he came to a ma
