Chapter 7

“The trick is to decide what is truly important. If I discover a pursuit worthy of my time, I’ll do what I must in order to accommodate it.”

“I know you will.” Jefferson never took his gaze from Micah as he moved. “You probably aren’t accustomed to abandoning a worthy pursuit.”

His inspection brought him closer and closer to where Jefferson sat. “That’s probably safe to surmise.” Micah flashed a crooked smile in his direction. “I came to see you, didn’t I?”

“Now I cannot help but wonder where your passion for knowledge will take you next.”

“If I am so fortunate…perhaps in paths that cross with yours.” He stopped at the lamp, fascinated by the flame. Golden shadows danced across his strong features, leaving half of them in shadow, but when he spoke, his voice was soft and contemplative. “‘Give me that man that is not passion’s slave, and I will wear him in my heart’s core, ay, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.’”