Of Faultless Logic

After I was done with the herd the next day I sat at my fires with Beo and I spoke to him of a ride beyond the trees. He said we could do it and return in a day and a half and I nodded and told him it was all the time I had.

He said to me there would be resistance .. a battle. He asked me if I was ready. I said I was always ready for such. I lived ready. He asked me of my chest wound .. I shook my head and told him it was fine. Nothing to worry about. I lied.

He told me it would be a great honor to face an enemy by my side. I told him if he survived I would call for him to receive a courage scar. I did not ask him if he would want one .. I simply assumed he would. He told me if he received a courage scar he would share his own tradition with me ... and we would share a drink from the warm skull of our enemy. I replied that I would do this with him as long as all the gooey bits inside the holes of the skull were fresh enough to still retain their seal. He said this was so for it made drinking much easier as well as healthier.

He asked me where it was that we were going. I had thought on this point for some time ... going over the words Valerie had spoken to me in my dream. And I had come to the logical conclusion that if this was indeed a woman who served a new master then by rights we were probably speaking of a slave woman and .. the best way to find a slave woman was at an auction. So .. we were going to the nearest city with a slave auction. It all made sense to me .. much like the skull thing ... and we both agreed our logic was faultless.

And so faultless logical plans were laid for the next day's ride.