But as I held you—even then, with your spirit not yet arrived and with your leg bent wrong so that it was clear you would not ever run—
even then, your eyes were bright. I could see the beginning of something remarkable in your eyes.
And your fingers were long and well-shaped—“And strong. My hands were strong,” Kira added with satisfaction.
She had heard the story so often; each time of hearing, she looked down at her strong hands with pride.
Her mother laughed. “So strong they gripped my own thumb fiercely and would not let go.
Feeling that fierce tug on my thumb, I could not let them take you away. I simply told them no.”
“They were angry.” “Yes. But I was firm. And, of course, my father was still alive.
He was old then, four syllables, and he had been the leader of the people, the chief guardian, for a long time.
They respected him. And your father would have been a greatly respected leader too had he not died on the long hunt.
He had already been chosen to be a guardian.” “Say my father’s name to me,” Kira begged.
Her mother smiled in the firelight. “Christopher,” she said. “You know that.”
I like to hear it, though. I like to hear you say it.” “Do you want me to go on?
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