When Seeker left the Interpreter’s Study, he secured the door behind him with practiced ease—holding the latch up with his clasp-knife, pulling the door shut, and slipping the knife free from between the door and the jamb. The latch clicked into place. He walked away, steady in the knowledge that his treasures lay safe within.
He left the ruins behind, passed through the wheat fields, and returned to the Narrow Way. Beyond the Interpreter’s House, lush pastures spread wide, their grass swaying gently in the breeze. Sheep grazed in the open, lifting their heads now and then to offer soft bleats. The morning sun warmed his back as a breeze tugged at his tunic, carrying the earthy scent of pasture—tinged with wool and the faint sweetness of distant wildflowers.
Dark canvas tents, weathered by sun and wind, lay scattered across the fields—the homes, he supposed, of shepherds tending their flocks. A voice rose across the open land, deep and unwavering. A strong man stood tall against the vast sky, his crook planted firmly in the earth. Around him, travelers and pilgrims had gathered, some standing, others seated on grass and smooth stones, all listening intently to his words.
“…in conclusion, my friends, always remember ‘beware of wolves in sheep’s clothing.’” A soft chorus of assent rose from the crowd as he finished speaking.
As he drew closer, Seeker spotted Companion among the crowd. Companion turned at once, his face lighting up. “Seeker!” He gave him a quick once-over, grinning. “You look rested—and much cleaner. Come on, I’ll introduce you to Stern.”
A man with chestnut hair, a prominent nose, and piercing eyes stood speaking with Stern. He was short, though it was easy to miss—he carried himself with such presence, such effortless command. At his side stood a lovely, slender woman, with long black hair flowing down to her waist, her hand resting on his arm. She was half a head shorter, gazing up at him with eyes full of quiet admiration.
Companion slowed his step and lowered his voice. “That’s Steadfast and Gracious. Don’t be put off by them. He can be… well, a bit abrupt sometimes. He chuckled searching for the right words, “They are kind of… old fashioned.” The way he said it hinted toward weird. “But when it comes to love, you won’t find a better example.”
“Stern, this is my friend Seeker. He comes from Uncertain.”
Stern extended his hand. It was calloused from hard work, his grip firm without being harsh. His eyes were gentle, his smile warm—a striking contrast to the broad shoulders and powerful arms that framed him.
“Seeker, great to meet you.” Steadfast spoke before Stern could get a word in, then rolled right back into the conversation, now looping Seeker in. “Definitely wolves in sheep’s clothing. You have to pay attention, Seeker. Times have changed. This realm used to be a haven for pilgrims. But now? The cottage lets anyone in. Wolves walk freely. They may look fair on the outside—but you can tell. By the little things they say. By glances.”
Seeker nodded as Steadfast spoke on. But his thoughts drifted to Faint-Resolve’s secretive glances at Miss Fair-Glance. Was that who Steadfast meant? Unease stirred within him. The words felt edged, a little too quick to judge. Stern’s face gave nothing away. He simply nodded again.
Companion stepped in. “Well, I’ve got to head back to the Slough. You’re in good hands with Stern—and all of the shepherds, really. I’ll see you when my shift’s over.”
Gracious gave Seeker a warm smile, then turned to Steadfast. “Honey, let’s have him over for dinner.”
Steadfast agreed with a hearty nod. “Throw another bean or two in the pot!”
Warmth spread through him. First Companion. Then Miss Cheerful, Faint-Resolve, and Miss Fair-Glance. A new life, with new friends. But first things first. The Cross still waited. He thanked them with a smile and promised dinner next time, cheerfully.
