Gilded Bay Og havet, hun snakket til meg

i wish you luck, govinda said with a smile, his eyes soft as he looked at her. if you are in need of a home, the plateau is welcome to you. if i move on. . .wherever i shall go, you can follow. the shepherd-language came easy to him. morningside had whittled his instinctual friendliness into something more useful--a fisher of women and men.

the sun was fairly high, now, and had faded from its brilliant red-gold to a more serene orange. i'll say farewell for now, he said, and let you get back to your business. take care, ahe. he stood for a moment, awaiting her response. once she had given it--or if not at all--he would depart, rangy form heading back up the slope toward the plateau, where he would continue to contemplate his future.