The historian’s pen suddenly stopped scratching on the scroll. “I’ve been expecting you, Vidente,” Adivino said, having sensed the Wizard’s presence without turning around.
“Ah, my old friend. I am glad to see you,” responded Vidente warmly.
The Centaur turned and stepped forward, extending both arms. For a moment their hands touched, palm to palm, and Adivino felt a warm current flow through him.
“Is the queen beginning her quest?” he asked. “Is it time?”
“Yes. It is time,” replied the Wizard, his voice lacking enthusiasm.
Adivino cocked his head. “Why so down in the mouth? I would think this was cause for celebration.”
“I just worry that we may be placing too much on the shoulders of one so young.”
“What would you have me do to assist her?”
“I need two young, strong Centaurs to carry the future queen on her journeys.”
The old Centaur nodded. “Do you need them for their speed, protection, or wisdom?”
“All of those qualities, Adivino. All of them.”
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