Chapter 40

But that was a lie. On this holiday, he’s glad he decided to mingle with the crowds, behind the anonymity of a masque covering the upper half of his face. Now people look at him openly, they laugh and sing in his presence; they don’t run or bow or cower as he passes. His is just another masked face in the crowd.

Amid the colors and lights and ribbons, Gaiten peers at each face he meets, trying to see something he remembers from his childhood.

Someone