"Our farm is -- was -- south of here. Not too far. Fifteen minutes at a run."

He looks at the place the line hits the water. Nothing yet.

"You know I wanted to join the Order from a very young age. That meant I spent as much time as I could get away with at the Chantry. And my brother Branson was -- I suppose dismissive is the best way to put it. As much as a seven-year-old can be dismissive. In a fit of pique I headed toward the village, but I wanted a path where nobody could find me. And then I went over that ridge on the other side -- and there it was."