Morielle tried to act nonchalant about the presence of King Raithen himself in Sonnabeg. “He’s here? Why?” she asked in a low voice, slightly frowning. The veddelo motioned to move and for them to leave. But she turned to the weeping widow to tell her, “Next time, don’t stay in your homes when it’s zata season. You can check out some cave around here where it’s safer. Weren’t you taught of that for survival if you can’t afford a voshebb to take care of you?” “We can’t just leave our homes!” she protested, lips and chin quivering. She sighed and shrugged. “Sorry, I was just saying.” Then she left with the veddelo who gave her a weirded look. She averted her eyes and got onto Klykass’ back. She followed the two veddelo. Her heart was shaking with anticipation that she would see the Naim