Two years passed without disturbance. Summer became autumn, autumn became winter, and winter became spring. That early spring, the world was welcomed with a hopeful-looking season. The amaranths on the cliff side were in full, lush red glory; the trees around the church were beautiful and green. Garril had introduced Rhylor to Solnel, and not surprisingly, the two hit it off almost immediately. The three boys, along with Ardray, formed a rather tight-knit group. “You have to admit, it was an amusing ruse,” Solnel had commented. “Yes, I do believe I am,” he replied with a wide grin. “Hello—” |}