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these far eastern mines were abandoned long ago.â
âA city underground?â That seemed strange to Jesse.
âNot underground,â Silas said. âJust inside the mountain. The Roarics felt safer here, surrounded by rock.â
The Roarics . Jesse had heard of them before, but he couldnât remember where.
Jesse tried to stand and nearly hit his head on the ceiling of the cave. He settled for stooping, walking a little farther into the cave. Although the light was dim, the only things Jesse could see beside dirt and rocks were two large wooden pillars supporting the roof of the cavern. âI donât see any evidence of a city.â
âIt was deeper in. We would need to go through many tunnels and caverns to reach it, Iâd wager. But even then, you wouldnât find much to look at. Urad was destroyed.â
âWho destroyed it?â
âPatrol members.â Silas yawned loudly. He was clearly already bored with the subject. âOr, actually, more like a small army of Patrol, Iâd guess.â
That wasnât answer enough for Jesse. âBut why? What happened?â
Silas shrugged. âSome kind of treason, I suppose. It happened years before I was born. Why does it matter?â
âI donât know. Itâs part of a story.â
âSo?â
Jesse tried to think of a way to explain himself without sounding foolish. How do you tell someone who only thinks in terms of facts and strategies why itâs important to hear stories? Eventually, he gave up. âI just wanted to know.â
There was silence in the cave for a minute. âWho were the Roarics?â Jesse asked, almost timidly.
âA race of dwarves. Hardy and strong. They worked in this section of the mine years ago, before they were wiped out.â As always, Silas answered patiently, even though it was clear he didnât care.
An entire race wiped out, a city destroyed, and he doesnât even know why? Jesse could hardly understand. It was frustrating, the lack of value those in District Two put on stories.
Jesse sat down by the entrance. Although the cave seemed safe enough, he preferred the sunlight to the dark shadows. This was not what he had planned on back in the woods outside of Mir. Well, we made it home, for a few moments at least .
To be honest, Jesse was tired of traveling, tired of running from the kingâs men, tired of saying good-bye to the people he loved, not sure if they would ever meet again.
Jesse thought of Kayneâs strange parting words, âGod be with you.â Not strange, for some in Amarias, perhaps, although few cared much about religion these days. But Jesse and his family had always been self-sufficient, and Kayne even more so.
Kayne had always looked after Jesse, especially after his parents disappeared. He had been the only one in Mir who hadnât believed they abandoned him. Though gruff and hardened by life, Kayne was a good man. âThatâs my religion,â he said. âDoing the right thing without a god to make me do it.â
So why would Kayne refer to a God he didnât believe in? It had to be because of Parvel . Parvel was a firm believer in God, one of those who called themselves Christians, and had stayed with Kayne for nearly two weeks. Naturally, Kayne would pick up some of his phrases.
But he canât actually believe in that nonsense, can he? Jesse just couldnât understand the idea of worshiping an invisible God. Maybe some divine figure created the world, but a personal, invisible God who protects humans? Thatâs too much for me.
Jesse heard the sound of someone crashing through the brambles outside the cave, interrupting his thoughts.
âItâs probably Rae,â Silas whispered, backing deeper into the cave. âBut, just in caseâ¦.â
Jesse followed, and they both crouched behind a boulder in the darker part of the cave. âSilas!â Raeâs voice called. The