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Without that blasted wagon, we'll never reach the Black River crossing before

daylight.

What's our plan?

Stay ahead of the fangs, lad.

But where are we going?

Dugtown.

We're moving to Dugtown?

Just a stop along the way, child.

The way to where?

There's a fella there who can get us passage to the Ice Prairies.

The Ice Prairies?

What's in the Ice Prairies besides bomb nubbles and snow blizzards?

Well... Hope, for starters.

Because things slowed down in the cold. We'd be safer up north, right?

Aye, lad.

Now you're thinking like a battle captain.

Can we light a lantern?

It's spooky out here. Not in the forest.

Fire draws all manner of uncouth creatures.

Blats, horned hounds, toothy cows.

At least you'd see them.

They'd see us first.

Aye. Which is why we'll need to lie low in a cave or moonberry thicket during

daylight.

We'll move at night.

Isn't ankle jelly just a bit that way?

We could hide there.

It's a ramble, but we could reach it a four deep night.

I'd be thankful for anywhere with a locked door between us and the things.

So be it.

Break's over.

I'm right behind you.

I gave him too many drops.

Up to the igamese and get rid of the bird man.

Good now.

The fangs are headed this way. Go.

I'm already taking care of it. Igamese, inside.

Go on, girly feather.

You hide.

I'll hold him at bay.

It's his decision, Lev.

Tink, light your lantern.

Take care of Mr. Pete, all right, Nugget?

I'd rather face the storm standing on deck than burrowed in a hole.

Papa. Aye, aye.

Aye, lass.

He'll thin their ranks at least before... Before what?

Before they know what hit them.

Remember.

We'd smell it.

That's a battering ram.

Keep cracking!

Careful! We don't want to battle a blaze in here.

Maybe we do.

Speak your mind, then, and quit!

If we set that old staircase on fire, it'll bring every horned hound and

cow in Glipwood Forest.

Aye, that it would.

But bring me that shield.

Once we're through that door, nothing else comes in. Understand?

Army cells.

Go on my signal and stick to my hip like a barnacle.

Are you ready?

I

hope

you dribbles love a rumpus as I burn you one.

Roger, Helmer. I'm waking up.

Your booth is cornered. We'll soon see who's cornered. You've not seen my wrath

when it's stoked proper.

Head back, lad, and protect your family.

I'll be but a minute.

Strong ones are weak.

And now, the jewels of an era will...

fit for a frolic soon as I catch my breath.

There must be a hundred things.

Two hundred, I'd wager.

Now, come over and give your old po' to a swig of that brine.

Lily, my pack. Quickly.

What do we do?

My love has gone across the sea

to find a

country

far and fair.

He sailed into the Gilded Room.

Too many of them, boy.

Courage, Arthur.

Well, if this is the end, let's make it good.

Sticky fangs.

You're alive.

And you're all safe.

Not all of us.

What is that?

Water from the first well.

But where did you... What's the first well?

It's, uh... The lifeblood of Eriar. The first well in the world.

Worn for ages.

How did you... Won't save him? Give him more.

No. I use too much on Nugget.

We don't need a giant portal walking around.

I certainly don't.

What I wouldn't give for a pot of flabbit stew.

Grandpa!

Careful now.

Your old podo's been through a long night.

The sun is up, and we're all still here.

Aye. But my sailor's nose smells a storm clabbering up.

We gotta make Dugtown before the fangs regroup.

Papa, that's two days on foot.

The children need food and rest.

But we can't stay here.

And there's nowhere else to go between.

Uh, they're...

One plate.

I'll kill Hall before I give that fool even an ounce.

Grandpa? Hmm?

You're making me sad.

Please come in.

There ain't a roof I'll shelter under, so don't even ask.

Then at least come in and eat a bowl of flabbit stew.

I've got no appetite for his cooking.

You said you want a flabbit stew, and I helped make it for you.

Well,

I suppose I could just eat the part you helped with.

I helped with all of it.

Then I reckon I'll have to eat part of all of it.

But after that, I'm coming back out here.

Mama, do you really have them?

The jewels of Anira?

Where are they?

The question isn't where are the jewels of Anira, but what are they?

The jewels have been sought by Nag the Nameless since the Great War reached the

shores of the Shining Isle.

Why does he want them so much?

He believes that they hold a hidden power.

But why do you have the jewels?

We're not even from Anira.

Not all of us.

Your grandpa is from Glipwood.

But I was born in the Green Hollows.

When I married your father, we made our home in Anira.

That's where you were born.

When war came and your father died, we fled to Glipwood.

To protect the jewels.

Then where are they?

I told you, lad.

That's the wrong question.

Fine. What are the jewels of Nira?

You are...

We are?

What do you mean?

Your father was the High King of the Shining Isle.

I was the queen. You three are all that is left of that great kingdom.

The jewels of Onira.

So that means I'm the high king?

No, lad.

That's not how it works in Onira.

In Onira, the kingship passes over the eldest.

For as long as there have been rulers there, the secondborn wears the crown.

So I'm the high king?

Me? I'm king?

You are.

But the eldest is the throne warden, the protector of the king.

It's a great honor.

I'm supposed to spend my whole life keeping him out of trouble?

Bring me more royal.

There were many days when Aspen wished he were the throne warden and not the

High King.

Well, I bet his older brother... Wait.

Throne warden?

Artham P. Wingfeather, throne warden of Aneera.

Does that mean... Pete is her uncle?

Yes, Lady Lele. Pete fought bravely at your father's side so the jewels would

never fall into Thang hands.

Without Pete's sacrifice,

Nag would have captured our whole family.

Your father prepared gifts for you in the weeks before he died.

Janner, this is yours.

A priceless treasure.

One of the first books.

It is said to give wisdom to the wise.

For you, High King Kalmar, Your father's sketchbook.

His drawings of our home.

He wanted you to love your land and people as he did.

And for you, Lili.

This belonged to your great -grandmother, Madia, queen of Neera.

It's been in the kingdom longer than we know.

Melodies made on that harp are said to have the power to protect Neera.

But it didn't stop the thing.

We had no song maiden to play it.

Song maiden?

Yes.

You're the song maiden of the Shining Isle.

Aye. And let the fangs beware.

But he was king.

I'm just a throne warden.

Just?

It's a sacred call. And you are a wing feather.

Here. One last gift from your father.

Dearest Jenner, you've royal blood in your veins.

No matter what your name or place in this world.

The Maker made you Throne Warden to your little brother, and I wouldn't wish

anyone but you to keep him safe.

There are rumors of war.

Should Anira fall, should I fall, remember your homeland.

Ancient secrets lie beneath these dones and cities.

You mustn't let them fall to evil.

One day when you're alone, unsure, doubting yourself, you'll need these

Remember this.

You are a Niren.

Your father is a king.

You are his son.

This is your land.

Nothing can change that. Nothing.

Know when you read this that your father loves you like no other.

Your papa.

Come home, come home, I sing to thee.

My love, come home and rest my head.

I'll watch for you the winter long

and sing for you a summer song.

And if you can.

Return.