Hollis studied her face in the light of the campfire. “So, how does a shepherd girl find herself in the Forest of Fondair, heading to the Kiatri to lead a crusade against the Fontre?”Cassai had untied her braid and was unraveling it. “Not a crusade, a war. Lashai belongs to us. We were free under the Namarielle. The land flourished, and the people had plenty. The Fontre took everything: our … everything: our herds, our crops, our money, they even burned down our churches. Why would they do that?”Her gaze lingered on the darkness between the trees, and Hollis assumed…
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