Chapter Twenty-Three
Hassee
The air was filled with the sounds of yelling. She caught the clash of metal upon metal, telling her the battle was up ahead. Confused, Aggee paused near a large oak to listen. Around her, people hurried toward one end of the village, many of them carrying torches and weapons.
“The storehouse! They’re robbing the storehouse!” The cry was faint and straight ahead.
Plunging onward, she followed one man holding a sword. They raced through the open field of dry grass, toward a row of small houses set away from the main village. At times her bare feet hit the edge of a half-buried rock, sending small lances of pain up her legs. Grimly, she kept running toward the area where several torches revealed a skirmish between a half dozen people wielding swords and spears
