Chapter Twenty Two
At two years old, Lyerd Desandry was still a little unsteady on his feet. Avane picked him up as he tumbled, yet again. She had stopped expecting to hear screams and cries from him when he fell and struck his knees on the hard ground. Other people’s children might be given to histrionics, but not her son. He was giggling as she set him on his feet again.
‘You’re getting better,’ she smiled. ‘Once more around and then we’d better go home. All right?’
They were standing on the edge of the Virun Park, the largest piece of public ground in the town of Glaynasser. This area was designed to appeal to children: it had swings and a box full of sand, and plenty of space to run about in. Lyerd embarked on his final run around the little grassy square, his short legs pumping har
