Without another word, he turned around and marched off across the room. They watched him leave silently, and Gerald found himself wishing that he could go after him.
"I'm sorry, grandpa," he whispered. "I guess you won't be needing my help anymore."
"Don't blame yourself, Gerald . This isn't your fault."
"But you're the one who invited him in."
"Yes, and I'm glad I did, but I'm also the one who made him angry. He's very upset, I'm sure of it."
"I hope that he leaves the village soon so that we'll never see him again."
His grandfather patted him gently on the shoulder, offering him a smile.
"I'm sure that won't be necessary, my son."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because he's not the kind of man who would just walk away like that without saying goodbye to his grandson or daughter. Th
