Orholam embraced him, and at first, Dazen was too stunned to even return it. For all that Orholam looked like a reedy old man, His hug redoled of an unstinting strength that was unmistakably maternal: a mother gathering her hurt child into her arms, fierce in defense, gentle in encouragement. “Never forget,” Orholam said softly. “I see you. I hold you in My eyes.” Then He threw Dazen off the side of the condor.
