"You don't have Sun-kissed in the back of your wagon," the guard stated, immediately moving that way.
"Get too close and the spell won't protect you," Galen warned, glancing at the bewildered looks of the other two men in front of his horses.
The crunching of gravel underfoot continued and the Private tipped his head down and shook it slowly. Through his senses he knew the man was coming to the door at the back of the wagon, that the two groups which had circled around his flanks were now positioned to the left and right of his transport. And whoever was holding on to the bottom of his cart was holding their breath.
When that knight stepped up to the small window in the iron-backed door of the cart to look inside, the last words he spoke were, "Galaeus' holy wrath he does."
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