TWENTY-SEVEN
The tour had been a resounding success. More than I could have expected.
So, when I stepped out of the tent one morning to a thick layer of frost on the grass, I felt no hesitation in deciding it was time to return home. I shared my decision over breakfast. My companions exchanged guarded glances across the fire.
"Are you sure?" Lysander asked. "There are still a dozen more villages on our list."
While true, we'd sown the seeds. It was up to the people now to tend to them and help them grow. And soon, they wouldn't do so alone. The temples would open within the next year, and then the Women of Solace would be there to help them.
"The weather is turning and we should be home to help prepare for winter," I answered, nods of approval following my declaration.
"We're really
