And one clone with a message: “The Moss Queen demands that you stop killing her moss.”
The outposts subjugated, I turned my attention to the lone figure to the west. Now I recognized her: Doctor Melissa Ely.
I roused myself from my trance-like state. Sweat beaded on my arms. My blouse was stained under my arms, down my back, and down my sternum. I blinked away my dizziness.
Broom was handing me a bowl. “Eat, Lady. It's lukewarm now, and it isn't getting warmer.”
I smiled at her and took the bowl. Between bites, I told the others that the raids on the outposts had succeeded.
They congratulated each other, dancing around the fire like witches around a cauldron.
Then I told them about the lone figure to the west and what I intended to do.
“You can't go alone, Lady,” Sweep protested. “I
