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He stood, the icy wind whipping his hair around him, with the north road to his left and the traveled path to his right. People called out, but he heeded none.
Why do you tarry?
What are you thinking on?
Why have you come?
The last thought his own, he turned to watch the last of the caravan walk toward him, then past him. He sighed and steeled himself.
Behind him, his brothers, his sons, his people, walked on in search of glory and of new lands. But for him, one step forward led him down the lonely road home.