XVII: On the wake of broken dreams Part 3

The physicians only let me go under heavy protest, even though I wasn't discharged until the next day.

I was not well, but staying in that bed was doing me no favors. The third and final bout would be in two more days. I had slept for the better part of two days, Gang-ge visited on the third day, and yesterday was my father’s visit. I only had today and two more days to regain my health and grow even stronger.

I didn’t have a chance.

Well, not normally. But this morning, my beloved brother, who had returned to the fold, provided me with the most important piece of information I had ever received: the answer to the Guardian's riddle.

A river.

Yesh! No wonder the damned bull said it was too easy. The mouth is the source; the legs are the forks or branches of the river, and the bed…the riverbed.

What was more infuriating was that it took my brother almost no time to find an answer. Honestly, it took him longer to remember that I had asked, than finding the answer.