The crown was not beautiful in itself, but he was surprisingly moved by the experience of holding it. It was a part of his history, his heritage as a son of the Bear Clan. He had never held the crown, had only seen it a couple of times, during rituals held in the Guardian’s cave. But there was no mistaking it. “We need to replace that fancy box,” he said. “Carrying that around would attract all manner of attention to it. Have you a sack or something, Tarawa?” “I can probably find one,” she said. “Good. Then we must figure out where to go and how to get there.” “Cimmeria,” Donial reminded him. “We believe that’s where Conor would have gone. I know he mentioned the name of his village.” Alanya had screwed up her face. “Taern!” she burst out. “I have been trying to remember it ever since we found out the teeth were missing. If Conor had not boasted so about his status there, I would never have remembered.” “Cimmeria is far from here,” Tarawa pointed out.
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