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wondering if I should ask her to come along. After only a second of consideration, I added, “It would be best if you stayed here.”
    It was normal procedure. It wasn’t often the high priestess and the queen were both absent from a safe camp. And I preferred to handle the trip to Wisconsin’s capital city on my own. Mainly because I didn’t want her with me when I visited Mel’s.
    Mel was an outsider now. My relationship with her was not necessarily looked on kindly by others in the tribe. Plus I needed Mel to help me get access to the sons. Bringing a high priestess she didn’t know along would not be a help.
    My plan announced, I turned to the other Amazons. The circle had broken into parts. The hearth-keepers were wandering back inside or toward the garden. Our one artisan was still at Thea’s side. As I turned away, she began talking to the priestess. The warriors had clustered together under a nearby maple. They were obviously waiting for something . . . direction from me, I assumed.
    They were all fairly new arrivals. I knew them from Amazon gatherings, but most had only been staying at the camp since spring. I had, however, been running them through their paces for weeks. Not only did we have a martial arts exhibition at the Illinois State Fair in a month, I needed a lieutenant. I had lost my last lieutenant to our run-in with a son last fall—our first encounter with them. I hoped one of these warriors could fill the position.
    I called to Areto. She was only five ten, small for an Amazon, but she was quick and limber. I’d had the group scale the side of the barn earlier in the week with nothing but a rope and Areto had arrived at the top minutes before the rest. She also reminded me of Mel; it might have just been a superficial resemblance, her dark hair and short height, but I didn’t think so. I thought I could trust her, as much as I could trust anyone.
    “You’re in charge of the exercises today. Let me know if anyone slacks.” She didn’t question why and she didn’t glance at the high priestess I knew was still standing only a few feet behind me; she just raised her hand in signal to the rest of the group and led them toward the barn.
    Thea was still behind me, still waiting. I walked toward the house. I needed car keys if I was going to drive to Madison.
    “Are you going to inform the high council of what happened?” she asked.
    I turned. My voice steady and sure, I answered, “I have a call in, but we can’t sit around and wait. We need to get the baby back.”
    She inclined her head in agreement, then motioned for Sare, our lone artisan, who still stood beside her to move along. The girl picked up a leather bag from the ground and wandered off to sit in the sun and do her work—carving totems, I guessed. They sold well at fairs.
    “You can’t go alone,” Thea said, her voice low.
    I exhaled through my nose. I was not used to being ordered, at least not by anyone below the high council. My arms hanging loosely at my sides, I addressed her. “I don’t expect to find the baby in Madison, just information.”
    “And you can’t get that with a phone call?”
    I couldn’t. I needed to see Mel face-to-face if I wanted any hope of convincing her to help the Amazons. She didn’t trust us. She might even believe the child would be better off with the sons.
    “No,” I replied, then walked away.
    My foot had barely hit the step when she called again. “It was my failure too. I’ll get the knife and meet you here.”
    I paused. My first instinct was to turn on her, to tell her exactly who was queen and what my orders were, but when I processed her actual words, they stopped me. She had admitted fault. She suffered guilt for it. I could appreciate that, could see how she would want to be part of righting what had happened in the woods. I still didn’t want her in Madison, but I couldn’t deny her the right to fix what she had been part of screwing up. Not without hearing her out.
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