"It's a small sword," Tatehan said, keeping his voice steady. "I left it behind before I came here. I was afraid it'd break in the fight and I'd lose my powers."
Kael looked at him for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he nodded slowly.
"Smart," Kael said. "Most people don't think that far ahead."
Tatehan felt the tension drain from his shoulders. The lie had worked. For now.
Kael stood and tossed another piece of wood onto the fire. "Get some rest. You'll need it."
And that was it. The conversation ended.
Tatehan lay back down, staring at the cave ceiling. He'd gotten away with it, but he still felt some bit of guilt. Kael had saved his life, and here he was, lying to the man's face.
But what choice did he have?
Over the next few days, Tatehan found himself thinking constantly about the spaceship.
Was it safe?
Had anything happened to it while he was unconscious?
