“We Dûnyain, Cnaiür, are guides and trackers, students of the Logos, the Shortest Way. Of all the world, we alone have awakened from the dread slumber of custom. We alone.” He drew Cnaiür’s young hand to his lap. Thumbs probed the spaces between his calluses. How could bliss ache so? “Tell me, Chieftain-son, what do you desire before all things? What circumstance? Tell me, one who is awake, and I’ll show you the trail you must follow.” Cnai”