"I told you last night this is not a battle that can be won with words." The old Sadorian lifted straggling white brows at him. There was a momentary hiatus, then Rushton took a half step forward. "Each leader will choose four from among their number to contend in the first Battlegame," Jakoby announced in a ringing voice. He threw them again and this time they fell showing four marks between them. Wordless, the overguardian gathered the dice and passed them back to Bram. Bram leaned forward with a grunt to take them up, and mumbled a few inaudible words, before flinging them high.Įvery face turned up to watch the two gleaming cubes whirl in the air, and then down to see what number of marks they offered to the sky. The little hooded overguardian rose and offered the dice. Jakoby looked to Bram, who inclined his head, then clapped her hands. "Are you prepared?" Jakoby asked, and I jumped at the loudness of her voice in the still dawn. I realized they had been literally waiting for sunrise to begin the Battlegames. She stood that way until the sun rose in the crack where the sky was visible, casting pink and orange rays forth to stain the few straggles of cloud. Jakoby took her place at Bram's side and looked expectantly at the sky.
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