THE PATH OF RENUNCIATION

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The white road, running in withered autumn forbs, broke off before reaching the border. Then the ground trampled down by hundreds of hooves began.

Having reined in his horse, Yakir unfolded the map and peered into the half-erased outlines. The western borders of the Principality, according to ancient scrolls, were almost uninhabited, but this did not mean that they still remained so. Miel certainly knew about the weak points of his lands and had to take measures to protect them.

- Let's go a little to the left of the Hills. Holding out the map to Tory, he waved from a distance to the sentinels who came out to meet them. “Before the month of thunderstorms has begun, it is better to move at night - it will be more difficult to see us.

“The mountains are three or four days' journey, my lord,” the officer objected. We don't have time to afford that luxury...

Yakir smiled indulgently.

Christian will follow the previously planned route. There is no need to rush to the mountains, we wil