Several thoughts run through the boy's head at once.
There's another place with doors.
There's another world.
This is a stranger, possibly from another world.
He knows of another Gar, who might be living in that world.
He's awfully kind for a human. More kind than just about every human he's known.
Keldor is not happy where he is.
Keldor's father has not, nor ever will, love his son.
An odd impulse fills him. What if he asked this definitely-not-Marzo to show him this place? What if he went there? Not forever of course, but from time to time? King Miro probably wouldn't care about it if Keldor never speaks of it to anyone. Keldor would be out of sight and thus out of mind. It'd be his secret place where he can be happy and be with people who care about a little boy who's never had fatherly love in his life—so long as he never lets anyone else in on it.
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There's another place with doors.
There's another world.
This is a stranger, possibly from another world.
He knows of another Gar, who might be living in that world.
He's awfully kind for a human. More kind than just about every human he's known.
Keldor is not happy where he is.
Keldor's father has not, nor ever will, love his son.
An odd impulse fills him. What if he asked this definitely-not-Marzo to show him this place? What if he went there? Not forever of course, but from time to time? King Miro probably wouldn't care about it if Keldor never speaks of it to anyone. Keldor would be out of sight and thus out of mind. It'd be his secret place where he can be happy and be with people who care about a little boy who's never had fatherly love in his life—so long as he never lets anyone else in on it.
Not even Randor or Amelia or even Dekker.
It'd be his place alone.
"Where is it?"
Show him where it is, Radley.