It is not hard for you to feel love for the child and compassion, for you were once a slave-child bound to a sorcerer and the Maker sent someone to rescue you, so many years ago. The child stands up to run away from you, and you know it is because she sees your feather, which marks you as the General of the Natheteron army. You call out for the child not to be afraid, and to your relief the child pauses. You sit down and tell the child you were once like her, frightened and forced to do horrible things. Then you start a small controlled fire to bring light into the forest, because you remember when you were a child the dark frightened you. You reach out and hand her a little candle on a tray. She accepts your lamp offering of peace, and you tell her she can be free of her harsh master and the wicked morrs. She need only follow you and you will protect her. She smiles for the first time.