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It
did nothing. It was covered in web-like wrinkles and spoke of times lost,
perhaps times missed. It didn’t look that threatening. Maybe it could be
trusted. Not for the first time that day fear shivered through him and left a
chill which stole his breath as surely as the winter’s ice. Wolf swallowed. He
licked his lips. Easy, easy. The hand
felt both frail against his fingers and also strong. He curled his fingers
around the palm and relaxed them save for breaking the old one’s hand. He
released it. Let it go free.
Wolf raised his free leg and encircled
his hands around his ankle. Laying his cheek against his knee he looked down at
the bed and released his breath.
“I have no name,” he murmured.
The man did not reply so quickly. Wolf
counted his own breaths before the man spoke again. Perhaps the man had missed
his words. Why repeat them?
“Would you like one?”
Wolf switched his gaze to the man. The
elder looked at him through a sidelong grey-blue glance. Like one?
“What would you ask for in return?”
In the next moment he knew without
knowing why that the man wasn’t going to rush in answering anything. In some
ways, that was some sort of reassurance. Though he wouldn’t be able to say why
that was. “Nothing. The Fates have brought us together for a reason.”
“The Fates?” He believes in that? In them?
“There are three Fates.”
“I know.”
The man swallowed before, “What are
they? If you know.”
Wolf set his eyes on the door. “The
past,” then the man, “the present,” finally he raised his eyes through the
ceiling into the now dark sky, “the future.”
The man nodded. “You are right.”
Wolf settled his dark gaze on the bed.
“Yes. I would like a name.” Instead of my
description.
“In
time, we will find yours. Rest now. I will see that you have some food and we
will resume this in the morning.
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