Chapter 22
Following behind the others on this long walk, Herrith felt as shaken as a tree leaf in a strong wind. Separated from Aria and King Ikajo, he was adrift.
He had always been connected to the king's wellbeing, one of the paradoxes of his lifelong resistance work. Herrith had been nearly tied to the king for his whole life. He didn't know a different way of being.
He missed his father, Damek with a strength that made him feel like a young child, running after his father to say goodbye, or into his arms after he returned from a long journey. It had been so many years since Herrith had been able to sit down and speak to his abbi. He wanted to talk to someone about the odd relationship between service and resistance that was the inheritance from their ancestors.
Jabari spoke, and
