“Rendil, you best be home by sunset today,” instructed Milus. “And I don’t want you traipsing about after those Sages again.” “I will be home, papa. I promise.” Rendil looked up at his father giving him the quick, small smile that always seemed to melt Milus’ heart. Milus patted Rendil’s head and then quickly smoothed the shoulders of the boy’s tunic. “All right, off with you now. And no troublemaking, you hear?” “You worry too much, Milus,” said Elvara. “He is just a boy. How much trouble can he possibly make? Especially here in Targonor.” * * * “Rendil, sir.” “Why?” “What is it?”