Chapter 8
Benayeem sat in the garden in the early morning sunlight, checking his arrows. He had fletched them recently, as part of his seeker training. They weren’t bad for a first attempt, but they weren’t anywhere near what he had seen Jabari make. He smoothed the stiff feathers on the end of one arrow and stretched his awareness out around him, listening for the song of his family in a morning ritual that he had begun when they first moved to Azariyah. For so many years he had lived in a panic, hearing strange music and not knowing where it came from. The music had been full of anger in the Worker village, discordant and angry, so that he thought he was insane. Then he had come to Maween and learned that he had a very rare discernment gift. He could detect feelings, intention, and trut
