He walked quietly toward the waterfall and stood on the rock beneath it, savoring its full splendor. The cool water trickled down his face to his chin and dripped onto the stone. He could not tell whether it was water or tears, only feel a trace of bitterness welling up inside him. Did he regret it? He asked himself, but could not find an answer…
Before long, the flowing water washed the dirt from his clothes. He walked slowly out from behind the curtain of water, drew the long sword from his back, and carefully wiped every mark from it with his robe. Then he placed it back behind him, taking care not to make a sound. His gaze rested on the stairway stretching into the heavens… (This book is also known as: The Sword Bearer)
