Chapter Seventeen
"To Catch A King"W
hen Finnbhear cantered into camp, his horse was dripping lather. Dusk was deep; The sun had sunk below the horizon hours ago. Fearfully, he landed on the ground and strode toward the tent where Aramina and her pooka were being kept.
"It's been very quiet in there," the young soldier guarding it said with a jerk of the thumb. "Looked in just before you came and they were still there."
Relief washed over him. Ducking inside, he found himself standing in the dark. Someone shifted their weight, aware of his presence, but otherwise nothing happened. Resorting to atma, Finnbhear placed a globe of light over his head.
Aramina winced in the light, shading her eyes with one hand. She was curled next to the pooka, who held her in one arm and also winced.
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