Epilogue - Hearth‑Rest at Weaving River
Mosek and Ashke sit
outside of Weaving River watching the Sun set, and the stars come out. “I
wonder how they are doing?” Mosek quietly asks.
“Shaatka said they’d send
word if they leave Deep-deep again. I think Ana’s happy to be there. I think if
she had to hear one more “Ghost” story, she was going to turn the teller into a
ghost.”
“Probably.”
The evening air feels
cool as the bell rings for Hearth-Rest. Tesh pokes his head out of the doorway.
“Come and eat, Hairy Old Bear.”
“We’re on our way,” Mosek
says as he leans heavily on his staff, and Ashke helps him stand.
“Do you think we’ll ever
return to Deep-deep?” Ashke softly asks.
“I’m getting too fat to
crawl through tunnels. Besides, the food here is good.”
“And we’re safe. For
now.” Ashke says as he sees clouds slowly cover the rising moon.
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