Later, why it was Garry's, gave him a sense of power.

Brian was homesick and repentant.

And with the fire of his temper spent he was always manageable.

Kenny cursed the miles between them.
He read the letter again and the poetry of the open road filled his veins with the fire of inspiration.

Tavern of Stars! Old Gaffer Moon, full-faced and silver! Tree-walls and Dame Wind a-sweeping! Why, the lad was a poet--a poet like his father.