Chapter Twelve, Reading 8

"It's not the same." Flindra was crying now.
"I know, but we all must accomplish our assigned tasks in life. Don't shrink from yours." Although there were tears in her own eyes, she brushed the wetness from Flindra's cheeks with a gentle touch.
"I love you, Kewero," Flindra said as she pulled the old woman into an embrace.
"I love you too, Princess Flindra. King Meldh and Queen Kwenth would be proud of you. The nobility of their line has continued to you. Do them honor by facing your fate with courage."
"I will do my best," she promised. She took a deep breath and took a step back. "I guess it's best to leave now before my resolve weakens."
"I think so, Flindra. Know that I am proud of your courage, my Princess." She kissed Flindra's noble brow. "I'm always at your service, Your Highness. Never feel afraid to call upon me."
"I promise I'll ask for your help when I need it."
"I think it's time to go out to the yurt. Daylight is still short this time of year. Let's not waste it with prolonged good-byes."
Flindra nodded in agreement. "There's no need for you to go out with me. I've been practicing with the doorway."
"I know child. I'm proud of your skill. I just want to be with you for as long as I can. Indulge me."
"I'd be proud to."
"I'm not going to say good-bye for we will be in communication through the crystals. Have a good and safe journey, Princess Flindra. Trust the words of your heart."
"All right. I look forward to the day when we have defeated the Ansu and you can come to me to be my advisor. Thank you for sharing your wisdom with me. I love you." Flindra shook her head. "The words sound so hollow. They don't even come close to matching how I feel."
"I understand. Thanks aren't necessary. I just want to say that I have been honored to be your teacher. I wish you well, Princess Flindra. Take care of yourself. Never let your guard down and let Rigga protect you."
The women briefly hugged each other in silence and then Flindra mounted Deru. Kewero took hold of his reins and led them through the shimmering zone to the yurt. She unlashed the fastenings of the door and then turned to her surrogate daughter. Kewero held up her hand in parting. "Good journey, little one. May the Spirit guide your days and guard your nights."
Flindra bit her lip to keep from crying. "Be well, Kewero, and may the Spirit bless you." She bowed her head in respect and then rode out of the yurt and into the bite of the northwind.