Yulen continued to face Borlis. “Take me to her. That’s all I ask. Let her confirm who I am. Will that satisfy you?”
After thinking it over for several moments, the older man nodded. “Fair enough. Let’s go. But first, you must hand over your weapons to show your good faith.”
“Yulen?” It was Renken. His voice clearly expressed his concern at the loss of their swords.
“We have to trust them,” the Battle Lord told them. “We have to prove we can also be trusted in return, or else we won’t ever find out if this Aggee is our Atty.”
As difficult as it was for him and the others to relinquish their weapons, they knew they had no other choice. Vaguely, the situation reminded Yulen of the time when he’d entered Wallis after Atty had been taken from him and returned to her home compound. The last
