CHAPTER NINETEEN: Various Ceremonies, and that Hearing
Ambros pulled his socks on, and then donned a pair of Commonwealth-issue harness boots. He checked himself in the mirror: All in dark green and gray camo, black boots, and a dark green balaclava.
He reflected on his appearance: “Better. Not good. But Better. A mostly good night’s sleep helps some.”
Kim came out of the women’s room into the main hall of his Salon, similarly dressed.
“Ready?” she asked.
“I’d better be. Don’t want to be late.”
It was the Eve of Winter Solstice; it would be a day of unpleasant errands, he knew, to be followed by the Ceremony of Darkness and Light in Athino.
Ambros drew Kim close and got out his Shifter. He concentrated on the spot he’d scouted earlier that morning, and then Saltated the two of them up into the south hills of Eugene.
“This way,” he whispered, taking her hand. He led her down a little ways, on a seldom-used path near the cemetery.
He stopped. She stayed behind him, waiting.
“Right here,” he said, still whispering.
They waited; he scanned the scene with his binoculars. He could see, about forty yards away, the gravediggers making their final preparations for the graveside service.