The entire village had turned out along Quabet Road and along the boat landing shoreline. The bridge that crossed the River Havnis between Abratias Way and the tannery buildings on the south side of the river was packed so tightly with people that the Lyric fretted over one of the children at the railing being pushed off. Exuberance was in the air. The Hunt-Runners and the Grass-walkers had remained within the stockade walls this morning, occasionally breaking out in songs of praise or wild cheers whenever one of the members of Drakis’ expedition to the Citadels of Light glanced up from securing the provisions on their boats. Drakis tried to look up as little as possible. “Are we ready?” Ethis asked with frustration in his voice as he walked quickly up to stand beside Drakis. In all his confused memories, the human Impress Warrior could not recall the chimerian sounding so impatient. “Nearly,” Drakis answered, jerking his head toward Urulani on his left. “Our Lady Captain rearranged the supplies twice in these first two boats.
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