Chapter 78

Maisara looked out the window of the palace she was staying at. There the crowd was again. With its signs and its chant: "Maisara, Go Home!"

"I can hear it!" Kassandora came to a stop when she heard one of the men shout. She turned and looked at the line of fifty men she had picked out. No one important, it was the men who had served the least amount of time before they cast away Kavaa and swore allegiance to her. They stood there in a line, on the red Arikan dirt, in shorts and light clothes, some had brought swords, others bottles of water.

"Who?" Kassandora shouted out, she was twenty steps ahead of them. A man raised his hand. The Arikan Sun today was furiously beaming down on them, good thing she had only brought a light white shirt, a skirt and sandals. Her hair was tied up into a long tail, Divines would not die of heatstroke, but she felt sweat on her face. "You stay there! The rest, forwards! Stop if you feel anything!"