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Mereo, Bayek repeated the name of the outpost so that she knew he was listening.

Makono had thought about many things. Her plans were to offer one of the new Mazoi as a ranger, to see if he would make scouting trips between his duties as a guard. The Medjay could see no fault in this. If the new Mazoi wished to follow such a path, it would be long and hard and fulfilling for him. There could be no better way to put his physical strengths to use.

She had thought of gifts, too. Bundles of apology and well-meaning, she called them.

Bayek smiled slightly at the term and nodded his head.

Whatever you would like me to take, wherever you wish for me to go, I will. Would you like assistance in preparing these bundles?

The man’s amethyst eyes shifted back to her.