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“Yes, sir,” Ri said, and instantly the two of them readjusted their shoulder straps and started off.

Shortly they were inside of the scrub forest, safe from sight. “Let’s wait here,” Mia said.

“No, we better go on. He may have sent a spy in.”

They pushed on, being careful to blaze the trees, because they were not professional guides.

“We don’t want to get too near,” Ri said after toiling through the forest for many minutes. “Without guns, we don’t want to get near enough for the farn beast to charge us.”

They stopped. The forest was dense, the vines clinging.

“He’ll want the bearers to hack a path for him,” Mia said. “But we go it alone. Damn him.”

Ri twisted his mouth into a sour frown. He wiped at his forehead. “Hot. By God, it’s hot. I didn’t think it was this hot, the first time we were here.”

Mia said, “The first time, we weren’t guides. We didn’t notice it so much then.”

They fought a few yards more into the forest.

Then it ended. Or, rather, there was a wide gap. Before them lay a blast area, unmistakable. The grass was beginning to grow again, but the tree stumps were roasted from the rocket breath.