Mist's Edge (The Broken Lands #2) - T.A. White Page 0,35

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“As many of you know, I have spent the last few months journeying through much of the conquered southern Lowlands and inspecting our strongholds there.”

It was why he’d been gone for the last few months. He’d wanted to see how his commanders were handling the larger city states and see the state of things for himself. It’s why he had left Shea behind, despite her objections.

“What you don’t know is that I also visited the Outlands and our people there.”

This was the first time Shea was hearing of it.

Judging by the surprise on many of the faces around them, this was news to the Trateri as well. Darius was the only one who didn’t look taken off guard.

“One of my purposes was to convince Braden to lend his help to the efforts here. The other was to assess the situation there. Braden will share more.” Fallon gave Braden a nod to begin.

Braden leaned forward and looked around the table with a grave face, his eyes pausing on Shea before moving on. Shea got the sense he would have been happier if she hadn’t been present but had decided not to make an issue of it with Fallon sitting next to her.

“Things have gotten worse in the Outlands,” he said. “There is a plague affecting the plants and animals. It started small but has taken hold of nearly half of the land. There is a rot at the root of the long grass. Insects and animals that feed off it have begun to sicken and die. Those that survive show madness. We lost an entire herd before we figured out the cause.”

There was murmur of unease in the room as those around the table wore similar looks of dismay or grief. The loss of a herd was a hard blow. The bloodlines bred into that herd would be difficult for the Trateri to replace and the effects of their deaths would be felt for several generations.

“We’ve burned what we could before the dry season made burning too dangerous, but I fear it is only a matter of time before this rot infects the rest of our lands.”

“Has the Sun clan been able to study it? They must have some way to treat this rot,” Ben said.

Braden shook his head. “I’ve had Chirron’s people working day and night to figure out a treatment, but they’ve had no luck. They are now hesitant to approach, as the rot started affecting those that worked with it. Chirron lost three of his people to madness after they handled the diseased plants. I’m not sure they will be able to figure out a solution before we reach a point from which there is no return.”

The rest of the group sat back, the normally antagonistic banter that presided over one of these meetings absent for once.

“What is to be done?” Henry asked Fallon.

“I’ve given orders that the remaining herds are to be moved to the border with the Lowlands. There is less grazing room for them there, but that also means the blight is unlikely to reach them anytime soon.”

“And our people?” Ben asked.

Braden looked at Fallon for permission to continue. Fallon inclined his head. “We’ve left half of the Sun Clan healers behind, so they might continue their work in finding a cure. The rest of our clans will follow the herds.”

“You want to bring them all to the Lowlands?” someone Shea didn’t recognize asked. “If we abandon those lands, the Azelii and the Keric will claim them for their own. We’ll have lost our ancestral home.”

“They’ll claim nothing but a wasteland,” Fallon said, his voice hard. “This is our only option if we want to survive. The resources in our lands already cannot support our current population. Those lands may be where our father and his father and his father before him were given a sky burial, but our oldest stories say it is not where our ancestors lay. It is simply the land we ended up in when we were driven from our homes during the cataclysm. Our ancestors will understand if we abandon them to ensure our survival as a people.”

Fallon met each person’s eyes with an implacable expression. The one that Shea had dubbed his warlord expression because it said that there would be no arguing with him, no challenging his wishes. He’d made a decree and he expected it to be followed.

The men and women at the table looked like they didn’t have the energy to oppose him. The news Braden