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“Do you deny that you have paid visits to the Temple?”

I’ve been to see Circe, but I cannot tell them that.

“I have been to the Temple,” I say carefully. “That is where we shall join hands in alliance, is it not?”

Neela climbs onto a stump and crouches down. As she talks, her hair shimmers from blue to black and back again. “She will join with them and betray us for the Order! They will build the runes once again!” she shouts. “While we toil here, the filthy Hajin reign over the poppy fields and we are forced to bargain for their crop.”

Discontent ripples through the assembly.

Neela smirks. “While Philon has us wait, the Hajin will enter into secret alliance with the Order. It will give them all the power. Things will be as they always have been, and once again, it is the forest folk who will suffer.”

“Nyim syatt!” Philon thunders, but the forest folk’s leader is drowned out by the loud arguing of the tribe. They shout, “What of our share?” and “Let us not be taken again!”

“How long before they come for our land? Before they take the little power we do have?” a centaur demands angrily.

Neela returns to Creostus’s back. “I say we fight! Let us force this priestess to join hands now.”

Philon prepares the leaf pipe. Those long, dusky fingers press the crumbled red petals down into the mouth of it. “What do you say to these charges, Priestess?”

“I gave you my word that I would honor your tribe, and I shall keep my promise.”

Neela appeals to the crowd. “Do you hear how smoothly she lies?”

“I am not lying!” I shout.

Creostus takes a stand behind me, blocking the path to escape. “I told you she could not be trusted, Philon. She’s one of them, and they will never part with the magic willingly. The Order.” Creostus sneers. He paces as he speaks, as if addressing his soldiers. “I remember when the Order punished my family. They stripped us of everything. Our fathers were banished to the Winterlands. The cold was too much for our kind. Those who did not die from the elements were taken by the creatures there. They were tortured and worse. A generation of centaurs was lost. We will not allow that to happen again. Never again.”

The centaurs beat their hooves against the ground and roar.

“They took my father from me. I will take two of their people for my honor.”

“Honor,” Gorgon hisses from the lagoon. “What do you know of it?”

Creostus sidles up to the giant beast at the head of the ship. “More than one who would be their lackey. Have you told her how you betrayed your own people?”

“That is enough talk,” Gorgon growls.

“Philon, if the Hajin plot against us with the Order, we should strike while we still can, before they take everything from us,” Neela argues.

“The Hajin are peaceful,” I protest.

“They are traitors and cowards.” Neela nestles close to Philon. She takes a puff from the pipe and blows it into the creature’s mouth. “Why should those filthy diseased have all the poppies, Philon? Why should we need to barter for them?”

“It has been their right since the rebellion,” Philon answers.

“Because they sided with the Order. Now they plot against us! The Order will take what is ours and give it to the Untouchables! We will be left with nothing!”

“Do you have so little faith in me, Neela?” Philon’s eyes narrow.

“You do not see clearly. You have too much faith in the girl. A battle for the realms has begun. They mean to destroy us. We must strike to defend ourselves.”

“They did not strike us first.”

Creostus bellows, “Have you forgotten what they did to us?”

More angry shouting erupts in the crowd, each fear more terrible than the last, till they’re frenzied. “They will take our land! They will kill our children! We must strike!”

An arrow splits the air above my head and skitters across the ground behind me.

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