The Not Knowing Grows Into a Frustration

Tongsu had done this absent mindly during that year when he would walk down in the evenings sit down and talk. The mountain roads were rebuilt. It was easier to access the house and the valley but no one seemed interested in visiting. That was what Tongsu thought and he wondered if that bothered the children. He didn't know they didn't talk about it. They walked with him at the start of evening to the stones on the valley floor and it was a boy who one day noticed a small knife etching on one of the surfaces. In the moonlight the boy stiffened and looked first at the river and then at Unhe who had brought her knees up to her chest