When Isceradin approached the rear side of the wooden gateway in the palisade’s western side, a guard from atop whistled to him. “Where you headed, citizen?”
“Off to the Inu’naabe, as usual,” Isceradin answered. “My wife and child have come down with an illness, and we think they have better medicine for it.”
“If that’s where you’re headed, don’t be bringing any of those Atlanteans back home. The colony is on full alert. ...
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