18 The High FieldsWHEN TYR TOLD HIS PARENTS he was going to the high fields, they knew exactly what he meant.
“I know him,” said Tyrmar. “He’ll have his mind made up by the time he gets back. Best have his tea on.”
Iethen leaned her head on her husband’s shoulder and gazed over Falakhoth’s rooftops through the smoke haze towards the pastures where she knew her son was walking. “Aye,” she said. “Mind, he’s probably made it up already. He’s just gone to the fields to see what he’s decided.” She sighed. “Maker’s mind and maker’s heart set thee for his own apart. Don’t know as that means stayin’ in Falakhoth, my love.”
“Well, why not?” asked Tyrmar. “We’ve been smiths five generations. I don’t like it stoppin’ with me.”
“Well, think on it, lovey,” said Iethen. “All them visions and all, an
