Cole the tricker

   The Temple of the Robust Sky came into view on the third evening after leaving the ruined prison. Spired buildings loomed atop a terraced ridge, with staircases descending to numerous gardens and smaller structures at lower elevations. A dark gray wall around the base of the modified ridge enclosed the massive complex.

  Cole reached a large gate in the wall as the last embers of sunset dwindled on the horizon. The great doors stood open, but a pair of uniformed guards asked him to halt.

 “Can I come in?” Cole asked.

  “Riding alone?” one of the guards inquired, a bald man with a tiny mustache.

  “I’m catching up to my parents,” Cole said, hoping the lie would help avoid further questions.

  “Then I expect they already made your donation,” the guard said. “You’re staying the night?”

  “I think so,” Cole said. “I’m not sure where to go.”

  “You would be in the family dormitories,” the guard said. “North side of the temple grounds, lowest level. Your first stop should be the north stable.”

  “Thanks,” Cole said.

  “Proceed.” The guard waved him forward.

  Cole rode through the gateway, feeling quietly pleased. He was getting better at acting casual.

Chapter 13