And when he thought of home, it was not of the Landing, and not of the country south.

For him home meant only one place in the world now--the place where Marette had lived.

Somewhere, hidden in the mountains far north and west, was that mysterious Valley of Silent Men where they had been going when her body died.

And the spirit of her wanted him to go to it now.

It was like a voice pleading with him, urging him to go, to live there always where she had lived.