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After leaving Lucas, I step through the muddy pathways that lace through our camp. With every passing moment, more shadows disappear. The low caws of ravens announce the time. Early morning has arrived.
Soon the wooden mead hall looms before me. Two men stand outside. First there is Zosar, the Earl of Horus. He’s an older man with ebony skin, long dread locks, and the crest of an Egyptian eye on his chest. Beside him stands Kian, the Earl of Kamal. He’s a middle aged man with cocoa skin, high cheekbones, and short gray hair. Both wear tunics with the emblazoned with the symbols of their houses.
“Greetings, Zosar and Kian.” I focus on Zosar. “The loss of Jali is deeply felt.”
“He was blessed by the Tithe,” replies Zosar. The earl has a low and gentle voice. “Rashida is well now. Ther
