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The stallion answered as politely as he’d been greeted and the warrior gave an approving nod at his confirmation that nothing was out of ordinary. Meg noted his appraising gaze but though nothing much of it, even returned it. She was curious about the Chancellor. The only bit of information that she’d picked up from the talk amongst the herd was that he a risen quickly through the ranks. She had no reason to suspect that there was anything wrong with this arrangement, as the warrior trusted in Gaucho’s judgment. “Meg, of the Sultan’s Corps” she offered her name for his with a tired but alert smile. “Patrolling the borders.” She answered simply but identifying the task she’d set herself to worked to pull at the agitation and fatigue in her. Her head swiveled to glance north, even this short pause was making her anxious and she let out a clipped sigh. “There hasn’t been any sign of the Northerners but I definitely don’t trust that they’ll be content keep their distance.” A bit of the anger and fear crept into her voice at the thought that the horned contingent might still come after Gaucho. It didn’t occur to Megaera that Bucephalus might not who what she meant by that. Surely, he had to have heard what happened in the island. It had been so consuming in Megaera’s mind that she assumed it was in the herd’s even if none of them had been there to help defend their Sultan. The bay sighed again, and barely suppressed a yawn. She was tired, had been flying for hours and planned on flying a few more before the night was done. |
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
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