I knew exactly where the road would be because I used to study maps of Gaya when I would get homesick as a boy. “You don’t mind that I look?” I asked Ailor as I pored over his war maps. “It is your home,” he said. “One day, you’ll return again, Mikail—you should know it.” He rested a warm hand on my shoulder. “But you’re my home as well,” I said. He smiled, true joy shining in his brown eyes. “Then you will always have two.”
