‘Don’t be sad,’ she said. ‘Please don’t be sad.’ Then she too began to cry. Kebra dropped down beside her.
‘Sometimes,’ he said, ‘it is good to be sad.’ He brushed her blond hair back from her eyes. Conalin came alongside him and laid a hand on his shoulder.
‘You are not alone, Kebra,’ said Ulmenetha. ‘You have a family to raise. Conalin and Pharis and Sufia. And I shall come with you for a while, for I have an urge to run over mountain trails and see the wild flowers grow.’
‘We will find Nogusta’s horses,’ said Conalin. ‘And we will rebuild his house.’
Kebra smiled. ‘He would like that.’
THE END