Without our guidance she will not learn the old law fully, and is susceptible to the wrong teachings. We must save her.”
Zya clasped Venla"s hands between her own. “Mother we will, I swear it.” This brought a fresh storm of weeping, and Venla grabbed Zya for support.
Tarim looked at Cahal. “There"s nothing we can do here, my friend. I think it best if we get back outside and figure out what we can do about this.” Without another word the two men climbed down out of the caravan to leave the still-weeping Venla with Zya. Tarim knew his daughter would soothe her. She had a way about her, but he had never seen it used so obviously than in this case. He could see clearly that his daughter was special, but never more so than he could right now.
The track led a small way from the house into th
