We had walked a just a couple of dozen yards and I glanced back over my shoulder. The queen saw me and waved. Without thinking I waved back. Merla hit me.
“What?” I asked.
“You need to keep your attention on what is to come.”
“I will.” I glanced back. I could still see the queen.
“No, you don’t understand, it is super important. Here, let’s go over here for a minute so I can brief you. I checked this out last night and it is impossible for anyone to eavesdrop on us here.”
She pointed to an open area filled with make-shift soldiers milling about. I gave her a questioning look.
“You’ll see. There are patterns in the fabric of space around here, waves in reality.”
I knew better than to argue.
She took me by the hand and led me in a very strange direction. And then it happened. One second we were in a field surrounded by soldiers, the next we were on the top of a mountain, all alone.
“Where are we?” I asked.
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