“Nathan was glad the family was finally home. It was then that he
most felt like he belonged, that he was accepted. Avri had hired him long ago when no one else would, after Nathan’s older brother died. He was slender, fair-haired and quiet like most of the farm laborers in the area, just one more among thousands of Pyrrian immigrants.
Nathan wasn’t concerned about his heritage, but he did consider
himself Darsinian because his mother was and because he had been born near Talla. It didn’t matter to Avri and when he understood the man Nathan was and what he could do, he put him in charge of his farm. Avri had given his lonely foreman a place, an identity, and Nathan was forever grateful.”