and a hideous buzzard took off toward the east.
Scout slumped back onto the road.
âWhat did you say?â
âUh ⦠nothing. I ⦠I said nothing.â
Scout frowned. âThen why did it come? What were you doing when you first saw her?â
Chloe mentally retraced her steps. âThinking of home.â
âMemories,â Scout whispered. âThe Senseri are drawn to your memories. Understand this: any Retinyan man or beast that turns, that sides with Vaepor, will, like It, start to lose its own shape to take on other forms. Do not trust any appearance you see. Only when anxious do Senseri lapse back to who they really are.â
Chloeâs face was blank.
Scout stepped nearer. âI do not know what men fight for in your world. But here, the battle is for our thoughts, our memories. It wants them. Itâs scared of them. For no free-thinking man will follow It.â Hebreathed deeply. âSo as long as you didnât speak, as long as you stayed on the road, the Senseri saw your scar and likely thought you just another Lost One. It might suspect, but it doesnât know.â
âKnow what?â
âIâm not sure. But for a Senseri to stray so far from the palace, youâre more valuable than Iâd imagined.â
Chloe bit her lip and winced. âMy foot did brush grass ââ
Scoutâs eyes widened and he grabbed her arm. âThen we run.â
They ran east, following the path of the bird.
Between rapid breaths, Scout said, âThey know visitors have broken through. They know of your friend. They will come for you. We need to reach Medahon.â
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14
O N THEY RAN , until Chloeâs thighs stung and her lungs ached, and then, suddenly, they didnât hurt at all. The second wind she usually experienced in the 800-meter breaststroke wafted over her, and her pace quickened. But it soon disappeared, and she slowed to a limp beside Scout.
âI canât, Scout. I need to rest for ââ
Chloeâs toe caught on cobblestone, and she collapsed on the road. Scout bent over and gently lifted her to her feet.
âThere.â
Lights burned brightly, and even from a distance, Medahon loomed, a great fortress city with jagged walls poking into the sky.
âWeâll make it,â Scout said. âJust a couple miles, and ââ
âAnd then what? Youâll leave me too?â
Scout exhaled hard and grabbed her hand. âNo. I can no longer leave.â His face was grim. âI think your business and my business might be one and the same.â
A horn blared. Not a sharp trumpet call, but a moaning roar. For minutes, it filled the air with sadness, and then it stopped â at least Chloe thought it did. The tone roared on inside her brain.
âWhat was that?â
âThe Call. Tomorrow the Pilgrimage begins. The dark march to the pool will start, and the entire city will empty.â
âOh, I wish I didnât have to see this.â
Scout raised his eyebrows. âYes, but understand what is horrible for Retinya is in this case good for you. Medahon will be in panicked preparation for the morningâs departure. In the chaos, you will be hard to find.â He glanced at the sky. âThat is, if we can get into the city before the gates close.â
âThen please, letâs go!â Chloe said.
Filled with new strength, they pushed forward toward granite walls, which closer up were only taller and more imposing.
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âThe walls of Medahon.â Scout huffed. âTheywithstood many attacks. But now men have forgotten why they fought.â
An unnatural shadow spread over them quickly, turning day to night. Chloe slowed to glance up, but Scout grasped her arm and quickened the pace. A thunderclap rippled through the cloud that eclipsed the city and lightning jagged across the darkening sky. Greenish funnels swirled overhead, but
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