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The men rolled the cart to the beach and stood.
"The golden towers," Fenris said.
"The marble doors," Fanris said.
"And excellent drains," said Darll.
Graym, staring at the spires in shock, murmured, "I
hear that's very important for a city."
The others laughed for quite a while. Graym sat on a
rock by the shore, staring.
Jarek moved down the beach, picking up stones to skip.
The Wolf brothers, once they were over their fear of gulls,
took off their boots and went wading. Darll walked up to
Graym. "Where to from here?"
"Nowhere." Graym stared, unseeing, over the open
water. "No horses, no food, no money. No Krinneor." He
blinked his eyes rapidly. "All gone."
Darll was shocked. "There's a world out there. You can
start over."
Behind them, a voice said, "You can stay here."
Rhael came forward, holding some sort of medallion
and twisting it in her fingers. Her determination was gone;
she looked unsure of herself.
Graym stared at her a moment. "You knew the truth
about Krinneor, didn't you?"
"We all knew. No one wanted to tell you before you
helped us."
"I don't suppose you did, Miss," Graym said heavily.
"And after?"
"Afterward, Elder Werlow was afraid of you. You're
fierce warriors."
Darll had the grace not to laugh.
"So you let us go. Good joke." Graym sighed.
She twisted the medallion chain almost into a knot. "I
argued with them and said I'd follow you and apologize,
and - and give you this."
She held up the medallion, realized how twisted it was
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