The Forest at the Edge of the World(171)

Draft horse.

Hifadhi tried not to say anything with his eyes, but he suspected the young man could read them anyway.

He would be the one.

While he had the largest and strongest body of the men, his face was as smooth as a twelve-year-old boy. Even though he was as powerful as a team of oxen, he looked as sweet as a lamb. Everything about his body was contrary to who he was.

He was perfect, Tuma knew already. He was the sharpest and cleverest, with eyes that sparkled an innocent—and deceptive—sky blue.

In a few weeks, he’d be the newest man in the fort at Edge.