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They had been hanging around Eastborne too long, waiting for Tyra to heal more so she could walk on her own, when Amon began to smell the sourness on her wound. So the Radningar packed the kids up and herded them towards the tunnel...

As much as he could, anyway, with his busted leg having him hobble around.

He had had a choice to make, when they left the tunnel. Three days to Jakten, or a day and a half to Satriya....

Hopefully Nyra would forgive him for not bringing her girl home right away, because he wasn't so sure the child would make the three days without getting worse.

Let me do the speaking, alright? he spoke quietly to the children as they approached the borders, the pyramid tall in the distance setting off a pang of longing in his soul for times he just couldn't remember properly. At least at first, royals around here are usually announced before speaking themselves That is how he remembers his own kingdom, so many lifetimes ago, he was sure it was still the same.

Once they were at the border, Amon howled, a summons to their allies.