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“Let the southern goat-fuckers die,” Erlin translated as Pertak sto “Then their seams will be ours to mine”
The first of thele kilted figure standing at the cavedown at Vaelin with axe in hand Vaelin raised both arures resolved out of the blackness of the cave, growing in nu hi the growing tumult raised by the approach of the Wolf People The spear-hawks calided into the valley and wheeled above, then the wolves, several packs nu well over a hundred individuals They loped forward to surround Vaelin, drawing an involuntary shudder froure to appear as the Wolf People marched into the valley He was too distant to fully ed him to be the oldest tribes fro of his companions, he doubted this e here Nevertheless, he clearly co a few short words with the others before starting down the slope So siered for a short tied shouts and threatened each other with raised weapons Their disagree the olderfigure, not turning to witness the Wolf People co to a halt at his back The h there was a definite purpose to his gait He halted twenty paces away, the other tribesfolk lining up on either side Vaelin took hold of Scar’s reins and trotted hihout the sh they made no move to oppose him
He halted Scar a few yards short of the possible chieftain, looking into his face and seeing the besaze of a man who had lost much of his world in the space of a few days Kiral had advised her song told of rage and confusion a they were on the right course “My song grows darker and less tuneful every day,” she said “Ever since we found the endless man I doubt I have anyinto the pain behind this man’s eyes, Vaelin saw all the certainty he needed He had seen this facethe march towards Alltor The face of the tortured, the raped, the edand the vengeful
His Volarian was poor, but Erlin had coached hio south,” he said, patting his chest and pointing to the southern end of the valley “Kill Volarians Come with us”
CHAPTER TWO
Lyrna
Aspect Arlyn’s face betrayed no recognition as he regarded Nortah, nor any eh his eyes narrowed slightly Bound, Lyrna realised Like Brother Frentis or the Kuritai The Aspect reached over his shoulder to draord of the Asraelin pattern, the steel bearing the signature flaain, taking a forward step, sword araze switched back to Nortah, the long features giving a faint tic of remembrance “I know you, brother,” he said in a soft, reflective tone “You died”
He raised his free hand, paused a ave a barely perceptible flick of his wrist and the Arisai surged forward,in a blur of expertly wrought carnage At first the Queen’s Daggers recoiled fro herself crushed between Davoka and Iltis as the surrounding ranks compressed, but the pressure slackened as they voiced another savage roar, rallied and fought back
She struggled to turn, catching a glimpse of Nortah in combat with the Aspect, face drawn in reluctance as he fended off Arlyn’s blows “Sister!” Lyrna called to Davoka, holding her spear above the thrashing ranks, eyes watching hawk-like for an opportunity to use it
“The flasks!” Lyrna forced her way to the Lonak’s side, grabbing her arm “Do you have the flasks?”
Davoka blinked at her inthe small satchel at her side “Only two”