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    “I need to see to one of the wagons. The wheels have cracked and it might not make it the rest of the way.” She couldn’t hide her smirk and the scent of apricots drifted to my nose.
    “Don’t leave me alone with them.” I tried my best not to sound frustrated since I knew she was joking with me.
    “It would be unthinkable for me to deny the Singleborn.” She chuckled a bit. “Soon you will be on your own though.”
    “Don’t remind me. Ugh. They approach. Their fear is rotten like month old fruit.”
    “Maybe if you were nice to them they would smell better?” Corlintha suggested.
    “Not my nature.”
    “You are nice to me.” Corlintha shook her head with a sigh.
    “You are mistaken. You just fuck up less than my other attendants.” I crossed my arms and smirked at the purple-eyed woman. Her hair was the color of weathered silver wood and she kept it cut short.
    “You are a liar and will miss me when I return home.” She smiled in full now and I enjoyed the apricot scent of her humor.
    “See that is where you are the one mistaken.” I laughed a little and winked at her. “You are staying here with me until my brother and sister come to visit.” The escorts approached and stood north of me. Corlintha held off her response with a bite to her lip and then turned to them.
    “Your servants have prepared the pavilion,” the male whose name I had forgotten again said.
    I nodded at him and walked toward the tent. Inside were a scattering of leather chairs, plush carpets, and dark wood tables laden with food. Lavender and pine incense burned to smoke from various places under the tent and my nose could finally ignore the fear that permeated my escorts.
    I sat in the prominent chair and raised one of the empty crystal glasses for my servants to fill. It looked as if they had decided on mead for this afternoon’s treat and the honey spice aroma along with the incense almost made it feel like home. I swirled the golden liquid in the glass for bit to mellow the taste and then took a small taste.
    “Thank you for sharing this meal with us,” Gerleita said while she placed a few thin cuts of boar meat and cheese from a nearby table on her plate. I nodded at her and took another sip of the mead. The warmth ran through me and I held back a shudder of pleasure.
    The breeze picked up and carried the scent of grass, juniper, and water to my nose. I inhaled deeply and the first positive thought about my relocation came to mind: at least my father’s lands were beautiful. I could appreciate the desert, with its howling salt winds, jasmine forests, and fresh springs. But the hay meadows and forests of the western lands were filled with much more interesting scents and sights. I was actually looking somewhat forward to riding through the endless pastures and exploring the various glens scattered through them.
    Of course, I would never admit such desires.
    “When was the last time you spoke to your father?” the male asked after Corlintha set a plate of food in my hands.
    “A decade or so ago. He came to visit me on my twentieth.” The mustard was made with ground chunks of seeds and agreed marvelously with the cuts of dried and salted roast beef. I guessed that the cooks were using the last of our best food since our final destination was near. I nibbled on a ripe green fig after the bite of meat and mustard and then washed it all down with more of the mead.
    “He must be thrilled to see you,” Gerleita said. She favored the orange melon over the cuts of meat. It was a typical habit of those less attuned to the Elements, but I fought back my sneer.
    “I care not for his feelings.” Their scents intensified with an overcooked vegetable stench. Fucking shit, they were so sensitive.
    “I am just a pawn in their political games. He hopes to breed me with another tribe’s champion in exchange for whatever frivolous bauble he thinks will help him gain power. My mother has been trying to do the same for