She sat on a stone across from me, her eyes shut tightly, her face twisted up into a mask of terrible concentration. Both of her tiny hands were rolled up into fists and she had them on her thighs as she leaned forward and braced herself. I could not help but smile. Her face was so amusing to watch as she sat and tried to complete the task, I had given her.
“Now imagine it. A wall. A large stone wall miles thick and solid. Imagine that wall encircling you. Encircling your mind. No thoughts from others can seep through the wall. None of your thoughts can seep out.”
The others were outside doing various chores. Ankor, Hakim and Bellus, were preparing their mounts for the ride back to Malagna. Of course, Ankor’s mount, the wounded Upasha, was still in the city, her wound still yet healed en
