Chapter 10
On the day he was supposed to set out on his seeking journey, Gavi was still working in the garden, bent over his garden bed. He had packed weeks ago, long before his mother reminded him he needed to, long before the servants thought to pull out his travel pack. He had packed without trouble or drama, and that was how he wanted to keep the journey. He was ready. He straightened, arms crossed in front of him, and looked at his work. There were only a few more things to do.
He picked up an empty basket and carried it over to the straw pile to pick up some mulch. The beans were about to flower, and he knew the heat of the midday sun would be too much for the casual watering the other gardeners gave them when he was away. More than once he had come home to find that his plants had
