Children would chant it across orchard; wives would record in temple scroll; travelers would share in their lands. The awakened heart pulse would ring across island lines, this covenant, once secret, now ripple of living trust.
Jude breathed deep. He understood. This isn't just safeguarding a seed. This is becoming a people, woven into island's core, heart sprouting across every living thing under watchersilk sky. And so they would go forward. Always forward.
