Sparhawk was riding Faran, exercising his friend as they rode across the grounds of Here, ocassionally startling one attendant of worker here or there. The sudden arrival or workers did not startle of upset Sparhawk. Indeed, if anything, it seeme a more normal state of affairs to a man who had been used to, when he lived in such a place as this, having servants, courtiers, and others always around. It had been the small population, the sheer dearth of people that had bothered him, and this new fullness of Here, well, it seemed right.

He was not too sure he understood their unrelenting cheerfulness, however, as he was used to a universal truth; servants are not that happy about being such.

Thus, it was a thouyghtful Sparhawk who was a-riding this morning, and a quiet, for once, Faran, who was carrying him.