I guided my mount back into the road, ready to begin the long ride home. From the corner of my eye, I saw Silar move. He bent his big, bloodied body so he could get a better look at what I’d brought him. The order that had just about cleaned out every last credit to his name. The order he’d placed the very day his wife had arrived. That was the last glimpse I had of him that night. The image I carried with me all the way back. The image of Silar bending, then crouching, silently gazing upon his new little sapling of a cherry tree.
HE BOUGHT HER A CHERRY TREE WITH THE LAST OF HIS MONEY
