“I'll have you know that she is well entitled to lead that Caravan.” Anger made her voice hiss.
“I don't doubt it, but the fact remains that they all wanted you to lead that Caravan. The girl is not ready to do so. Now as we are not here to debate the politics of your people, perhaps we should concentrate on the task at hand.”
“They are also your people, son of Hern.” A man stepped out from the shadow of a large oak to greet them.
“Judging by appearances I would say we are all related,” Lorn replied, studying the man.
“You could almost be brothers.” Zya added, but then she noticed differences. The eyes were darker for one, shadowed by hair that was bound in a different style to Lorn. The man was shorter, but only slightly. He was also much thinner. He was as good a match as could be, d
