Sighting Day
“I saw the King!” exclaimed Amanda as she burst breathlessly into Mercie’s cottage. Two little red foxes came bounding through the door after her, one bumping to a halt on top of the other. “I saw the King on Sighting Day!” she repeated, proud of her success.
“How wonderful!” replied Mercie, who had just walked Man-Who-Sat-Like-Stone to a chair by a window where the sun shone in. Once seated, the man didn’t move. He didn’t turn his head. He didn’t say a word. Mercie said he must have experienced some awful grief in his life.
Hero’s little brother often crawled into the man’s lap and patted his cheek, but still he didn’t move. In a way, they were two of a kind. Little Child never said a word and the man never laughed.
Often the two sat quietly together in the sunshine.
“Sighting Day means the King takes times to play,” Amanda said, turning to explain to Hero, who was still too cautious for the lively girl.
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