As Randolph caressed the emblem of Sirato, he felt not only relief at being face to face with the past, but apprehension at what it could mean; where will it lead? The full moon illuminated the canopy of the forest so that beams shone through and scattered the floor with patches of gem-filled light. Close by, a rustle brought Randolph’s focus back to his situation: he was alone, no one knew he was...