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The girl’s answer was nice enough. She wanted to see the world and make a name for herself. The shadow had heard similar desires from the warriors of his homeland. Crowfeather could only hope that she accomplished what she wanted. He did not wish to tell her how difficult it was – how the world did not care for wants and wishes. Perhaps she would find that out for herself.

Belen asked him why he was unhappy. She seemed to have forgotten the game.

Crowfeather glanced toward her. His expression soured and then saddened.

I do not belong here. I do not like Akashingo. I do not like the Pharaoh or his eyes… The man’s lapis gaze burned in the seer’s mind. I miss- he stopped himself. Belen likely had never met Germanicus. She would not know who he spoke of. Besides, Crowfeather was not certain that he wished to share the older man’s name with her. It was special – it was for him.