Chapter 105

"One of the things over which your uncle and I vehemently disagree is secrets. I don't like them. He thinks they're a necessary part of life. What do you think, Hunter?"

Hunter's own eyebrows went up, but in surprise and near chagrin to be so pinned to the spot. "I think... um." He looked to Wil for help but found only bemusement to match his own. He answered the challenge, rather than the question. "Was that why you quarreled with the Old Ones?"

"Part of it."

"No one has ever quarreled with the Old Ones." Hunter's expression tottered between intrigue and rebuke.

"Then this is new for them. If I have my way--and by tradition, I should--it's the first of several new things." Dallin sat forward, draping an arm over his upthrust knee. "Haven't you ever wondered what they do up there in that great Temple? Hasn't it ever angered you that you're kept so far removed from your own religion?"