Summer 1870 – A March Upon the Red Emperor’s Road

 

Thorton-Syme brushed each eye as if to wipe away cobwebs of delusion. He pursed his lips.  He whispered, “I wish to follow them Mr. Taylor. Is that wise?”

Father smiled. He held out his hands, palms up, in imitation of scales. “Wise? Foolish? It is not wise, Mr. Thorton-Syme, but clearly, the search for wisdom has not mapped your life. Following them would be an adventure, one that might prevent us from completing the adventure you have commissioned me to guide you through.”