He now has Ben’s rapt attention. Staring at Ezra for several moments, considering what he said. He desperately wants to believe that his old master did have something to it. That his attempts to reach him were not completely in vain.

But before he can say anything the teapot whistles and he turns away. Pouring the tea in the cups and then handing one of them to Ezra.

“Come.” Ben beckons Ezra to follow him to a little flat spot of ground not far away. The sunlight streaming through the rocks and warming the space. It’s there that he sits, legs folded with his cup of tea. Blowing on the steaming cup, he then takes a sip. Closing his eyes for a brief moment he lets out a contented sigh. It has been too long.