His thin, narrow ears quivered with the sound of a feminine call and Maslakhat twisted his neck in the direction from which he had heard it. It was loud, braying and almost sounded panicked. Despite not recognizing the voice, he trotted over casually, deciding it was not wise to ignore the happenings of his newly acquired piece of real estate.

Breaking the plane of a large dune nearby, the bay Akhal-Teke stared down at a damp grey horse of questionable bloodlines pacing back and forth along the shore. She looked confused, and couldn’t seem to figure out which direction was the best choice to travel.

“Um, are you lost?” Maslakhat was not sure what to do with her. Maybe she was just passing through, and after he pointed her in the right direction she would be on her way and he could get back to figuring out the best way to implement his revenge.

One thing was certain—watching over a land definitely proved very distracting. If anything, it was only further proof that he needed help. He needed someone he could trust, someone with similar goals and values. He needed El Halin. Perhaps if she was willing to work with him, the two of them could find a way to both keep supervising the Dunes and also build the army Maslakhat believed they both needed.



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