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Green swatch— While Prince Sumataniki recovers in his tent, his wife, Llanka and B’katan’s wife discuss the foolishness of men. —

Llanka began leaving her tent more regularly, and one day, she encountered B’katan’s wife. The two women pulled their panaha’s tight around their shoulders against a chill wind, the first sign of coming winter.
“It’s cold, but refreshing, to feel the wind on our faces Llanka.”
“Yes. I heard that B’katan is recovering too. I’m very happy for you.”
“He has even begun to walk, with the aid of a stick. He’s a very lucky man if a bit of a fool. I told him he’s too old now to play at soldiers. He promised not to go to war again!”
“They are like little boys, aren’t they?”
“You heard what the men are saying? They want Prince Sumataniki to claim the title of King! It’s his right! Then we can go back to Peroturnakar and kick Tuma out!”
“He won’t! I have asked him myself. He says that until Tuma has gone and Peroturnakar rebuilt, he thinks of himself as only a Prince.”
“But while both he and Tuma claim the title of Prince, there will always be war!”
“I know. Such stupidity. Like little boys!”
“Yes.”
B’katan’s wife spoke truthfully. Every Exile wanted Sumataniki to proclaim himself King but he would not do so. Nevertheless, Llanka’s short conversation with another woman had lifted her spirits. She began to hope that the Prince would live, and sure enough, over the next few months, he began to grow stronger.

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Today’s News in: Rip – Find the Magic Key

Green swatch— Prince Sumataniki holds the top of the hill in a great battle but Quytur is out for his blood. Only B’katan is close enough to defend his prince. —

Sumataniki raised his sword to ward off any blow from Quytur, but when he saw the black barrel of the gun, he almost lost hope. His sword seemed to waver in his hand. He closed his eyes and whispered:
“God help me now!”
B’katan seemed to see everything in slow-motion, despite the rapid gallop of his lamaca. The soldiers fighting around Quytur and Sumataniki were fighting for their lives; they didn’t see how close the titans, the Prince and General, were. B’katan yelled again, “Save the Prince!” and brandished his spear, but to no avail. He watched, horrified, as Quytur raised his gun to fire. At the last moment, B’katan made a decision. He swerved his lamaca and forced it to a desperate lunge with his heels. The poor animal leaped over several bloody corpses and landed in Quytur’s line of fire.
Quytur swore and pulled the trigger again. This time it clicked, and the barrel jerked upward. If it hadn’t, he may well have still hit Sumataniki, but B’katan’s lamaka stumbled on the bloody ground and fell forward. Quytur’s shot slammed into the beast’s neck, bringing from it one, brief bleat, before it fell to its knees and tipped B’katan into the growing pile of bodies.
“Damn you!” Quytur raged, throwing away his gun and drawing his sword. He thrust the blade through B’katan’s back, stepped over the lifeless body and strode up to the Prince with his blade raised for the first blow.

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