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By dawn on the fifth day, they were near
the outskirts of the lake, the plain.
Nesryn sat atop Salkhi on one of the keep’s
spires, Borte on Arcas beside her.
“For a demon army, they march slower
than my ej’s own mother.”
Nesryn snorted. “Armies have supply trains
—and this one had a river to cross and a forest
to fell.”
Borte sniffed. “Seems like an awful lot of
trouble for such a small city.”
Indeed, the ruk riders had not been
impressed by Anielle, certainly not after
camping in Antica before their passage to
these lands.
“Save this city, take the Ferian Gap to the
north of it, and we could clear a path
northward. It might be an ugly place, but it’s
vital.”
“Oh, the land is beautiful,” Borte said,