Shan walked beside him, his patience almost tangible.

"If you will have it, the burden of my past necessities oppresses me this morning. Doubtless, the mood will pass."

The track curved; broken twigs littered the ground-- a sign, perhaps of the car's recent passing. He looked ahead, where Surebleak's scraggly road, aided by a pair of planks, joined a wide, smooth drive, the sere plants and grudging weeds giving way to a plush blue-green grass. From ahead-- and up-- came a whine, growing steadily louder, and a flash above the tree.

Daav raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sullen sun, discerning the shape of a ship's shuttle.

"There," Shan said cheerfully. "That will be some more of us."

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