Samuel stood in the doorway of the forge and looked at the land.
“They say a mother loves best an ugly child,” he said, and he shook his head sharply. “Tom, I’ll trade you honor for honor. You will please hold this in your dark secret place, nor tell any of your brothers and sisters—I know why I’m going-and, Tom, I know where I’m going, and I am content.”
by bigmacattack911