***Orion’s POV***
I walked to Belarone’s home, on the other side of the city, in the trees and knocked on the door. I knocked once more, but no answer came so I entered the dimmed house and with a whisper, all of the candles started burning. I looked around for Belarone, but did not see him. I sat in his kitchen, sipping some tea that I had found over the fire, and as I waited, Belarone entered, not aware of my presence.
He turned with a shock, “Oh!” He said, startled. “Your Highness…”
“…Posh.” I said, interrupting him. “Where is it? I mean not to waste your time my old friend. You seem to rush.”
“Tis’ true.” Belarone began as we walked to his downstairs storeroom. It was built of river-smoothed stones and a mud bond that kept the temperature always cool. “How have your trav
