Chapter 17
Half of the loggers had turned in for the night as Iellieth and Marcon followed Flick to the unoccupied tent.
“What happened to your friend?” Iellieth asked. “Is he alright?”
“Not a logging accident or anything of the kind, miss,” he explained. “Being from Linolynn, like you, he was called back with the reserves.”
“The reserves? What do you mean?”
“The king’s expanded his navy and batch of foot soldiers. Smith left two days ago. They’re preparing for war.” Flick quickly built a fire in the ring before the tent.
“War?” That couldn’t be possible. Who would they be fighting, unless Linolynn had been attacked? Did others mis-transmigrate as she had? “War with whom?”
“Hadvar. There’re rumors all over the country. King came back early from their festival absolutely furious. Tha
