The vision had sustained him in the dark cell of the prison, reaching memory of the earth and sky meeting somewhere yonder. Sometime in the winter, confined for days inside the stone walls, Sett had not seen the sky at all. He had found himself mesmerized by it, gazing up to the point of stumbling over his shackles on the first clear days when the prisoners were marched out to cut wood. Since his release he had never minded sleeping outside, his last memory at night the black dome of sky and his first sight at waking the sunrise. Sitting up here on the rocky knob, even knowing about his family did not stop his pleasure at being able to look into the distance.

SETTLER'S LAW, page99