Page 37 of War of the Mazza


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Shouts rang out.

They were indeed here.

The horsesand Fennins grew closer, and by closer, I mean that they surrounded us in quick succession. Orders were called, then hands and weapons were drawn.

Our own warriors fanned out around us, dropping into defensive stances.

“Halt!” Toste raised a hand to the men and women facing us.

I was hidden behind a pile of LL muscle, but I pushed through their protective wall. I appreciated what they were trying to do. But as Yunez had shared with us, when we left his home, we were in this war. We were constantly on watch, and I was going to make any type of favorable dent in the outcome of our war.

“Toste?” Aamori asked, as she rode to the front of the line. “Your messenger had quite a bit to say, most importantly that your city was under a massive attack.” She raised a brow, adding a bit of snark to her elegant stature.

Then one of our favorite people rode up behind her.

Theon.

Oh joy.

He swept our people with a hard stare and sneered when his gaze landed on me, and more specifically Sage.

I took a deep breath. A lot of secrets that Yunez had held close to the vest were about to come out. I glanced around at the dense forest under a crescent moon. The pale yellow cast a mild glow I was surprised reached us under the tree coverage.

Was this really where we were about to do this?

“Senadia was under siege by the Fiasla Mannos. And thanks to Yunez and his own Mannos, we were able to fight them back.”

Sage and Jari both groaned as Yunez scrubbed a hand down his face. It was fast. So fast, that when he dropped his hand, and smiled enigmatically at Aamori, I questioned if he had shown that very human reaction.

“Aamori, it is always a pleasure.”

“Yunez.” Her brow furrowed as her horse started to step sideways. She pulled the reins and the horse stopped. “What is Toste referring to? Mannos?”

“Where is Ureste? We might as well review all the nitty gritty details with everyone together.” Yunez glanced around, searching for the Levan leader.

“Right here,” a deep booming voice preceded a man with a long, gnarly staff. I tried to keep the shock off my face, but I was pretty sure I failed. I was just zero for everything today.

This man. Ureste. He was a very attractive, very strapping, younger version of Gandolf. Complete with the long flowing hair, but minus the beard.

“I believe Toste’s men are setting up camp. Let us go grab a seat as his warriors create a fire and work on a late dinner. What I have to share is part of everyone’s history and shouldn’t be shrouded from their ears.”Yunez waved for us to follow him through the trees.

Ureste and Aamori exchanged glances, and for a brief moment, I thought we were going to have an argument on our hands. But they stiffly nodded and motioned for their people to follow. It was only Theon who seemed sour about the decision.

As we walked through the forest, I glanced around for signs of this late like dinner.

We must be safe tonight if his sight was working. Otherwise, how did he know that the Caen members were setting up a firepit and outdoor kitchen a hundred yards away?

Oh. There they were. Maybe he just had better eyesight than I did.

I damn sure hadn’t realized they’d have time to pack food boxes. What were those? The Fennin version of Ready Made Meals? I squinted to get a better look at what they were unpacking.

Ah, they were leather satchels, not cardboard boxes. That was a slight plus.

And…the ingredients looked suspiciously like Mac n’ cheese.

Listen, I wasn’t complaining. We were about to have a shit show on our hands, and I could absolutely go for some comfort food.

My Lusty Legion and I arrived at the newly, but primitively, constructed firepit. Ureste and Aomori weren’t far behind at all, but Yunez gave them a closed lip smile and a hair flip as he watched the woods behind them.

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