From far off, I saw Hector. A man who still loved the gods, even as his brothers and cousins fell because of them; who fought fiercely for his family rather than the fragile ice-crust of fame.
Chiron too gave presents - a staff for hiking, and a new belt-knife. And at last, I passed him the statue. He examined it, his fingertips moving over the small marks my knife had left behind."It's you," I said, grinning foolishly.He looked up, and there was bright pleasure in his eyes."I know," he said.
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