The day came when the King summoned Companion. His assignment in the Slough was finished, and he was returning to his family. They stood outside the cottage, Companion’s pack slung over his shoulder.
“I’m going to miss you, Seeker.” Then he grinned. “But my wife misses me more, you know.”
Seeker nodded. He swallowed the lump rising in his throat. His eyes stung. He thought back to the Slough of Despond and remembered his despair. And wondered if he would ever find another friend like Companion. He was happy for him. These days had been hard for Companion, and he knew it.
Companion placed a hand on Seeker’s shoulder. “Guard your heart, Seeker.” His voice grew quiet, his expression solemn. “There are places much worse than the Slough to fall into. Much worse.” He paused as if weighing whether to say more. “I, of all people, know that best.”
The silence stretched—just long enough for the warning to settle deep.
“I will, Companion. I will.”
Suddenly, the clouds rolled back, and a ray of sunlight lit Companion’s face. He brightened and said something lighthearted. Seeker laughed.
Then Companion turned and walked alone toward the Narrow Way.
