Word of the slaughter had come on the tongues of traders bringing goods and news from Hokaia before the spearmaidens had closed the border. It had been so outrageous, so depraved, that at first the clans had not believed it. Those who studied at the war college were some of the most loved of the scions, children of the matrons’ extended families themselves. To slaughter them in their sleep. It did not seem a thing possible. And yet it had happened. Someone murdered every Sky Made scion as they slept, save Golden Eagle. Others had survived, children of Cuecola and Hokaia, Barach and Huecha. But
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