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graves.”
    Rerry had made a good point about his father Bayzog. Still, Scar’s orders came from a higher authority, and, being a good soldier, he did not question them. But for the time being, he caved in. “Agreed.”
    Rerry cut him loose. “Let’s get to work then.”
    ***
    Seven graves made from thousands of stones, large and small, were stacked neatly over the fallen elven bodies. The graves lay several yards up from the stream, nestled at the top of the bank where it leveled off in a small, flat spot of wildflowers. Helmets off, the three elven soldiers stood with their heads down, eyes closed. Rerry did the same.
    Samaz sang. It was an elven hymn—sad, dreary, and long, but not without hope in it.
    They say the winds can speak.
    They say the waters play
    And trifle in the hearts who love the fallen.
    Oh lands of Nalzambor, take them home from whence they came.
    Oh, Rivlenray of Escalay, lead the fallen down the path of the next rising sun, and beyond.
    Samaz sang verse after verse, and several minutes later, it was over.
    “Well done, Samaz.” Rerry thumbed a tear from the corner of his eye. “Well done.” He faced Scar. “I think it’s high time you told us what’s going on. You imprisoned us, and we hadn’t even committed a crime. What’s going on, Scar?”
    “I don’t answer to you,” Scar replied. His shoulders drooped. He shifted his wounded arm in his sling and grimaced. “I answer to my superiors. I follow orders.”
    Standing taller than Scar, Rerry said, “Even when they have broken away from protocol? No justice. No representatives. Surely in your heart you had to question that.”
    “Don’t pretend to bluff me, child.”
    “I’m no child. And what do you mean by bluff? What do I have to bluff about?”
    Fingering the white scar on his chin, Scar replied, “You can’t be that stupid.”
    Rerry looked at Samaz and found Samaz looking at him with an expression just as perplexed as he must have been making. He opened his hands up and said, “What in Nalzambor are you talking about?”
    “Laedorn of the High Council is dead. Assassinated, months ago. Nath Dragon is the killer! All who have ever been connected with him are to be captured and detained.”
    “Are you mad?” Rerry said, rising up on his toes. His cheeks warmed.
    Even Samaz’s jaw dropped. “Nath Dragon didn’t kill anybody! Least of all Laedorn. Only a madman would accuse him of something as ridiculous as that!”
    “There were witnesses,” Scar fired back, neck straining. “Dozens. He shot him with the bow the elves gave him, Akron. And that’s not all. He’s accused of killing Uurluuk Mountainstone of the Dwarves as well. Two entire races are hunting for him. You should consider yourselves lucky the elves found you before the dwarves did. They’d put you in the belly of a mountain so deep the world would forget about you.”
    Rerry shrank away. Scar seemed convinced whatever he was told truly had happened. Holding his head, he said, “What is going on? This truly is madness. Samaz?”
    Expressionless, his brother shrugged.
    “We have not seen Nath Dragon since the end of the war, Scar.” Rerry poked the soldier in the chest. “You need to leave us be.”
    “Then what are you running from?” Scar said.
    “Running? We’re not running from anything. We seek a cure for our mother, Sasha. She has fallen under the power of the wizard’s dementia. It’s our quest to find a cure.”
    Scar’s taciturn face softened. “I’ve heard that’s a terrible thing. The elven council will have her brought in too. The same goes for your father. Any allies of Nath Dragon are considered with suspicion.”
    “Nath has hundreds of allies, if not thousands,” Rerry argued. “Are they going to bring them all in?”
    “Just those closest to him. You’d be wise to surrender and wait until this all clears up, or…”
    “Or what?”
    “Or until Nath Dragon is dead.”

CHAPTER 10
     
     
    “That was some fight,” Ben