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the last twenty years. I am tired of it."
    “Don’t you have to obey your chieftain’s wishes?” the male asked. His curiosity made me think of pumpkins. Rotten pumpkins.
    “I am the Singleborn.” I laughed at them and finished the remainder of my mead with a quick swallow. I held up my glass and a servant filled it immediately. “As soon as either one of them presents me with a suitor that is worthy, I might become aroused. Until then . . .” I looked across the ocean of waving green grass. I never paid much attention to the physical characteristics of my surroundings, since there were so many scents to occupy me, but this place was beautiful. “I will attempt to amuse myself here for the next twenty years. What is there to do for fun in your backwater tribe?”
    “We are hardly backwater,” the male said. Perhaps he was insulted by my statement but I never cared to understand tonal changes in someone’s voice when their body gave off perfect scents that told the truth about their emotion. That was, if I didn’t have bundles of incense burning. “We have hundreds of miles of rich riding plain, game hunting, archery, and sword games. You will find plenty to do.”
    “I am already bored.” I sighed. Mother’s territory lay in the central hub of the spice trade. It was a nexus of art, sex, and political espionage. The most interesting thing to do here in my father’s land was get breakfast.
    “I will be happy to show you around the area once you have made yourself comfortable,” he said.
    “Of course you would.” I almost laughed at him but remembered that I would probably need allies there. I hadn’t yet met a male that didn’t start sweating out mating pheromones as soon as they stood within a hundred yards of me. This peon was no different than the others.
    An interruption in the flow of grass distracted me from my meal. There was a slight break in the emerald waves, like a fish popping a head above water. I slid my tongue out to see if I could capture a new scent but the motion was downwind of me and the incense too potent. Then I spotted another quick movement a few feet to the side of the first. It too vanished before I laid eyes on it.
    I still comprehended what was about to happen.
    “Fuck,” I muttered and gathered the World to me. It came quickly, like an eager lover, and my body filled with its power. I released part of it as a windstorm that flew out of my tent like a hunting falcon. The magic threw aside the flying arrows these assassins shot toward my pavilion as if they were thrown flowers.
    Confusion erupted in my tent as servants screamed and took cover from the attack. I used another blast of magic to throw a bolt of Fire at one of the standing assassins. It was orange, angry, and when it collided with his body the flame turned to red and feasted on his flesh and bones like a hungry vulture. Blood turned into vapor and it almost seemed as if the archer was blessed with my hair color for half a second.
    “Get down!” Corlintha moved between me and the other archers, eight of them I counted, with her broad blade drawn. She was a skilled warrior but there wasn’t much a sword could do against a well shot arrow. Two pierced her chest below her breasts and exited out her back with a surprising swiftness.
    “Ahh shit.” I fumbled with her slumping body, lowering it to the ground while I looked up at the combat situation.
    Four of my servants were dead, stuck full of arrows like macabre cacti. The rest lay on the floor of the tent and stunk up the place with their fear. Gerleita and her male counterpart had upturned the banquet table and crouched behind its thick wood. Unfortunately, neither of them had brought a bow, so I doubted the cover would be a long term solution. Sure enough, a few of the archers had begun to flank the pavilion from upwind. They circled both to the east and west, crawling low in the grass so I couldn’t get more than a quick glimpse of them through the ocean of