The morning Starman had strayed from home had been fair, just as beautiful as the day before. The generous sun blazed over the earth, warming the turned dirt with its light. Even before he opened his eyes he could smell fresh bread and bacon, and hear his younger brother and sister chasing each other round the kitchen. His mother was still scolding by the time he tumbled out of the loft, pulled on his tunic and pants, and found his way to the table. His two older brothers had already left for the fields as they always did at sunup, while his older sister fried more thick slices of sizzling bacon and affectionately refilled his plate. “Going fishing today?” she asked him. “I could use another huge catfish.”

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