Chapter 6

We walked through the forest a little way, the evening filled with animal sounds—birds settling for the night, frogs croaking messages to each other, the batting of wings and squeaks of bats. Every now and again a breeze would sweep through the canopy, rustling the leaves.

“So Mr Berry,” Reginald began, “we’ve been riding together all day and I know very little about you.”

“I could say the same.”

Reginald laughed. “That you could, friend. That you could. But I think the time is ripe to exchange some basic details about each other like, where are you from, for example?”

“I was born in Mount Durum,” I replied. “So I guess I’m from there. But then my mother met…someone and we moved to Napier’s Valley, which probably wasn’t very far from where you found me.” The thought of my mother and what she had done, what she had helped Dennis do, brought a lump to my throat. I swallowed it down. “Where I found myself,” I mumbled. “And you?”