face lit up.  “Boys, you’re back!  You were out late today.  You hungry?”

  “Starving,” Kagyra blurted.  Irith cleared his throat noisily.  “I mean, I can wait a minute, Uncle.  We found some berries.”

   Irith did a quick study of the soldiers and realized that they were Protectors.  They were garbed in leather tunics and each carried a blade.  They were both shocked at the mere size of his brother as he was much larger than both of them.  It was abnormal for a Shent to grow to such proportions.  The last Shent to be as large was the first King, Reancore of Aran.

   “We had a race,” Kagyra burst!  “That’s why we’re late.”...

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