Twenty-eight – 09

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.]

“Sounds like it should work,” Thordin said, his brow furrowing for a few seconds. “Nothing else is changing?”

“Not unless any of you see a reason to change the plan. I don’t.” I took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, glancing toward Hecate. “Are you still up for this?”

She nodded. “Yes,” she said, not even a tremor in her voice. “Absolutely. This is the only way we make sure that we’re safe from him. Maybe more than just him.”

“That’s my thought, too,” I said. I looked out over the field again. “All right. Let’s start getting everyone in position. Is there anything I can help with, Hecate?”

She hesitated for a second, edged closer to the lip of the rise, peering through the brush, watching the motion of the men in the camp below—and the movements of the things that couldn’t be called human at all. Then she shook her head slowly. “No,” she said, her voice soft. “No, I don’t think so. Not before this starts, anyway. The first steps are ones I have to take myself.”

“But after?”

She smiled briefly. “I might need some strength to borrow and lean on.”

“That I can do,” I said quietly. “That, I can do.”

“Good,” she murmured. “Because I think I can do it. It’s just not going to be easy.”

“Most of the dangerous and important things aren’t,” Phelan muttered.

Hecate snorted softly. “Too true, Wanderer. Too true.”

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