That’s our story and we’re sticking to it…
"No one finds out." Darien's voice was steel. "Wylan found the water because he listened to the land. Because he has a gift. Because God chose to answer our prayers through him." His eyes met Guy's. "That's the story. That's the *only* story."
Guy held his gaze for a long moment. Then, slowly, he nodded. "The boy is a saint. A miracle worker. That's what they'll say." He looked at Wylan, and something in his expression shifted—not warmth, exactly, but something close to respect. "Try not to get us all killed, little saint."
He was gone before Wylan could respond.
Val crouched beside him, her face unreadable. "You did good, little bat. Dangerous, stupid, but good." She squeezed his shoulder. "Now rest. We march at noon, and you're going to need your strength."