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Anthony must have told him what really happened in the Freelands. Lucy’s options were few. Tensed for flight, she continued to watch alongside the General as the stingers in the hollow cleared away rubble. She took the only chance she saw. “What happened here?” she ventured.
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In the dark of night, two of Bog’s border guards escorted Randall and Teddy to King Arnie as soon as they entered the Kingdom.
“I’m pleased to see you have your son,” the King greeted him. “Are you all right, young man?”
Teddy stared at the King’s feet and nodded while clinging to his father’s leg.
King Arnie knelt and looked into the little frog’s eyes. “If someone had taken me away from my father when I was your age, I would have been really scared. I’m sure I would have cried.”
Teddy looked at the ground and shook his head. “They would get angry if you cried and they would put you in a black room with no lights all by yourself and they would tell you you had to stay there forever because your daddy was never coming back.”
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The baked ground gave up its heat to The Arids’ twilight. Lucy, stretching her wings and easing the kinks from her neck with a slow head roll, righted herself atop the termite mound, and prepared to take off on the last leg of her journey.
“I’ll grab breakfast on the way,” she promised herself checking the sky for likely targets.
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The activity in the hollow below became a still life for three beats of dead air. The messenger shaded his eyes and laughed.
“Randall! It’s good to see you,” he called, his voice slick as lava glass. “Come in, come in!”
Slowly, Randall picked his way down the wall, slipping on loose gravel that rattled to the ground.
“Easy there, friend, or you’ll bury us all,” the Stinger joked. “It’s been so long since we last met I was afraid some misfortune had found you.”
“I’m here now, and I want to see the General,” Randall responded as he jumped the last foot and a half releasing another trickle of rocks and landing well outside the circle of Stingers.
“Of course you do. As it happens, he’s in. Follow me.” His fellow Stingers closed in behind Randall.
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“Oh no no no no!” Arturo moaned, sinking to his knees beside the young vole’s body.
Barry staggered between the Knights with his hands covering his mouth while Clifton stood, head bowed, tears dripping to the ground.
His gut turned to lead and his brain an electrical storm, Elliot faced terrifying madness. He shut his eyes, but the carnage wouldn’t vanish. This was your doing, his disconnected mind insisted. You’re the one he wanted to talk to. You said to lock him up. If you’d just done as he asked, maybe you’d be the only one dead.
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King Arnie sent one third of the Knights he’d brought to Fen to go with Prince Elliot to the Freelands. He ordered another third to keep Princess Cassandra safe in Fen. With his small remaining contingent, his Greatness swept unnoticed through Bog. He didn’t stop till they reached the jail.
“Do you know who I am?” he asked the prisoner who’d freed the Crone.
“Of course I do, your Greatness,” the jittery fellow twittered, bowing his head. “I was born and raised in the Cranberry Bog, same as you.”
“Really? No one here knows you.”
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Vernon became more agitated as his friends tried to ease his distress.
“You don’t have to worry about Spike,” Elliot assured him, “he’s dead.”
“Do you mean D’Arc, Vernon?” Cassandra asked. “We thought you must have defeated him. Did he get away?”
“No, but I would have been done for if he hadn’t insisted on chasing me down,” Vernon admitted. “I was lucky enough to lead him into a web. He won’t be back.”
“Then I don’t understand,” Elliot said. “Why do you think rebels are coming?”
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