Four
WHEN RASHA AND JAK arrived, the council was discussing the growing population and the need for more resources. Rasha interrupted and asked the only question that mattered to her.
“Where are my fighters?”
“The call was sent. We await the reply,” Keabasi reminded them.
“And in the south? The seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth?”
Xeku said, “Wanaka has sent more men. They should be there in a day or two.”
“How many?”
“Approximately two hundred.”
“I want to be informed the minute they arrive.”
“Your Highness.” Xeku gave her a slight bow.
“Sidoa and Vol promised reinforcements weeks ago. Where are they?”
“They were stranded by weather at the Chilali border, Your Highness.”
“How many?”
“Fifty, Your Highness.”
“Fifty each? What do they think this is, a schoolyard spat?” She lo
