Chapter Eighteen The ThegnalarDaniel, as he appeared in the small village, had been greeted with a cheer, instantly forcing him to become the focal point of attention, meaning all other conversations, such as the fate of Zo and his realisations, were momentarily forgotten. He raised his hand in an embarrassed gesture as if to indicate he was okay, and hopefully silence their praise. Guiding hands escorted them towards the food hall, which was all but deserted, except for the chef and the six Thegnalar. There was an air of formality to the room. As Acha and Eiji excused themselves, a large man, rose to greet him. He was by far the oldest of those who had gathered, a veteran of battle for perhaps forty years. “Sitte,” he commanded. Daniel did as instructed. An action which resulted in an

