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I was enjoying my daily walk in the garden surrounding the House of Healing, when I saw Him. In the shade of a blossoming cherry tree lay a man fast sleep on an ornate couch. The cushion that pillowed him were rich, the kind reserved for a king.

The man lay one arm thrown over his eyes sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and falling with each breath. But there was something about the way he slept that bespoke a tiredness, a fatigue, that I thought I only knew.

I felt strangely drawn to this weary man and so I took a seat where I could see without being seen.

" He would be tall" I thought. "And strong, but he is too pale. He must have been ill."

I wished to see his face but it was concealed by his arm. He must be of noble birth for he is dressed as a prince. He wore a dark green tunic with a short collar heavy with gold embroidery.

There was no other way to guess his identity because no sign of a family crest could be seen.

He sighs in his sleep and rolls to his side allowing his arm to curl under his pillow instead. A breeze comes along and teases his raven hair across his forehead. How black it was! How dark and different from that of the blond Roharic people.

He has a small beard that lacks fullness, this tells that the reason it is allowed to grow is the patient's weakness to remove it. " He is too pale" I think again.

But then the dull throb of my own arm returns and I begin to retrace my way to the House of Healing. As I pass the couch his hand drops off the couch. Gently, gently I move it back up and I note the long lean fingers marred by many white scars. Compassion fills my heart for this other weary soul and I kiss the open palm and place it by his side. I wish I knew who he was………

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