Chapter XXI: WHERE WAITING TAKES THEMThe sun shone brightly on a dreary and dismal world; at least that was how Witon saw it. He saw little of the lush greenness of his new home, or the mosaic of bright-colored blooms dotting the landscape into a masterpiece. He knew only the passing of sameness, of days without end, of days without Belamay.
He sat before his cabin, one he now inhabited alone. His brother and a few of the other men had struck out to explore and possibly settle the flatlands flowing from the eastern branch of the surrounding river; a land whose dark earth held the promise of fertility, whose endless plane tempted to be easily plowed.
Mitren's eyes had sparkled when he told Witon of it, of its possibilities. Witon would have kept him close if he could, but he knew the clos
