She knew Yuma was behind her. She could hear his footsteps, but she wouldn’t look back, couldn’t look back and see the sympathy on his face. Even though she wasn’t leaving today, the cord had been cut from all she’d known. Pain would come, but not now. Not when everything for which she’d been born was at stake. She looked out across the valley at the river and the houses to the jungle beyond, then up at the mountain behind it. It was the enemy and it would prevail. A bright green bird with a red breast and a long flowing tail flew across her line of sight. She could hear the shrill shriek of a child’s laughter and ached at the thought of what was to come. She wondered if the guards had escorted the trader, Izel, away from the city. She hoped he was gone. She didn’t want to look upon his face again. About halfway down the hill, she began hearing drums. At first she thought it was a message from the Old Ones and then realized they were real. Their rhythm was her heartbeat, marking the stride of her steps, and when the drums beat faster, she lengthened her stride.
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