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Chapter 8

In the midst of the open expanse of Uyan was a hill, the remnants of an extinct volcano,

according to the scholars.

Atop the hill stood tily, a robust bastion of culture and wealth, a testament to the gracious

rule of a powerful line of kings

and queens, or so as Lo heard, repeatedly as he was inundated with such declarations by

criers at every crossroads within a few hours' ride of the city. He could again hear the calls

from the road ahead as Dolt plotted over a short bridge that crossed a stream at the bottom of a gully.

The horse huffed as he tackled the slope on the other side before resuming his steady pace at road level.

Shortly ahead, two men were on opposite sides of a convergence in the road.

Aslo might have been concerned for an

ambush, except that a large caravan of travelers was heading toward the capital city, joining his

route from the other road. The man on the left side of the road stood on a wooden box holding a sign

that professed the glory of Tiley. Aslo briefly wondered how much the crown paid for the service.

The second man was sprawled on the ground to the right, emitting giant guffaws as he

taunted the first.

Aslo fully intended to ignore the men and join the caravan, but as soon as he reached the two,

Dolt stopped.

Aslo dug his heels into the willful gilding sides and joined the caravan. But as soon as he reached the two, Dolt stopped. Aslo dug his heels into the willful, gilding sides and shook the reins while shouting,

Hiya! Go!

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