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Show WORTHING FARM/20 "Worthing Inn," Big Peter answered proudly. "Oh, I know, Elijah, you don't like that. The farm is Worthing, it always will be, I know that. But I thought to keep the memory alive. And if the farm is ruined now you can go back there, you can look at that stone, you can keep track of how the world runs from there, but this-this is where the name of Worthing will be kept alive. We'll have a town here, soon enough. How's that? Worthing Town, where before there was just a single farm, lost out in the middle of the Forest of Waters. Don't pout, Elijah. Come in and have supper with us. Have you met my son Peter?" The boy, who was running around them with Worin and John, stopped and smiled, his blue eyes flashing. "I said well come before you, Papa." "Good," his father answered, tousling his hair- "And you'll say it to many a traveler before the season's through." They went inside to supper, Elijah hiding his grief and his fury behind a mask of indifference, while Alana's silence masked nothing at all. She did not eat though she sat at the table, and when all of them went to bed, Alana did not undress, but lay instead on the floor on the other side of the room from the bed where Elijah lay, and slept little until the sun was near to coming up. Then she finally drifted off to sleep, and when she woke the men were already hard at work outside, and the cries were human and warm and Alana realized that she had been lonely for the last ten years, since she had left her home to live with quiet Elijah with the |