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Hearing the approach of the enemy, the warrior stood to face them. It was late afternoon in the winter country, and the light was already beginning to fade: the riders were darker silhouettes against the tall trees of the forest.
So many riders.
He held his hands out to show he was tethered to a stake, but they did not pause. The leaders rode past. He shouted, “Tuyo!” but they ignored him. Long files of men on tall horses went by. One soldier at the rear moved out of his place, shouting what was probably an insult, but was sharply ordered back before he could attack, or spit, or whatever he had intended. The Lau rode on, through the warriors’ abandoned camp, seeking more inGara to kill.
Thinking of his family, of all the inGara, Garoyo sank to his knees.
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