She turned to the other Oussaneans. “Give him quarter, food, drink, whatever he wants. He stays the night, then in the morning goes.”
She looked at Andrew. “Get cleaned up. Rest. Tomorrow you’ll deliver my message to Caliphweald.”
“Ra’idah, wait!” Andrew called. “I want to help.”
Ra’idah turned to him. “With what?”
He motioned to the corpses. His voice was shaky. “Um… Tolerance. What you spoke of earlier: our blood to the sea, our bones to the wind…”
The other Oussaneans gave hard stares to Ra’idah in anticipation of her translation. To this particular company, the concept of working with a Caliphian to clear a battlefield was as foreign as Caliphians themselves. Ra’idah was wary of their reaction, but the least she could do was find the courage to stand by her earlier suggestion.
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