“Where should we go?” Father asked.
“I have been thinking about that,” Ïdathor replied. “To start with, we need to get organized—find the leaders of our Illiri brethren here.”
Ïdathor eventually rallied the entire Illiri camp, though I remember little of what was said. I recall a great deal of confusion at first, both angry and fearful. In the end, Ïdathor called for us to return to the ruins of Hamath; claimed he had received word that aid would be given to all who sided with Dwairian, the newly proclaimed Illiri king. That Hamath could be rebuilt greater than before—something about a glorious future free from the Alöwean Empire. I do not know where he got such information. I was tired and consumed with grief.
“Dwairian’s message is spreading quickly,” Father commented to me as Ïdathor
