Chapter 77
him she was always there, her strength had no limits, she was strong in the King. I am Hekat knife-dancer, Bajadek’s doom, mother of Zandakar, seen by the King. You will be the warlord. The King has said it. So said Hekat, whenever he fretted. It would ease his heart to hear her say so now but she was far away, she led three thousand warriors in a dance along the furthest end of the Et-Tebek border. His warriors loved her, she led them bravely with blood in her eye. He longed to see her, and Zandakar his perfect son. Let me go home now, King. Let me ride to Et-Leo. The warlords are chastened, let me go home. Smudging the tears across his face he stood and stretched his aching back. The bold crows did not cease their gobbling, he bent again and picked up stones to chase them from the co
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