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"I do not need luck." Cade had said as Meyline lay down. "I have justice."

And then Graicus and Meyline were asleep and the ours passed and he looked up at the stars, as night quickly fell, and Cade thought of his brothers and of the monks and even a little bit of Victory, his old horse. And his mind drifted to Knut and Svieva and Vribeus, the Zah-ma, and the recently deceased Ulren. Cade had met a god. The Lord of the Hunt himself. He was both amazed and appalled so strange his last week had been, tough, hard, but good. Fulfilling. He was doing something. It was better than questing around on Victory, hoping to stumble upon evil to smite. He hoped Graicus would have further travels after they found Helian. Cade was loath to descend back into the quiet his past journeys had been.

The moon was bright above them and Graicus awoke. Cade looked over, unaware of the gladiator's inner turmoil, the Imperial's face masked by midnight.

"It is not your watch yet, Graicus." Cade said. "You may yet rest longer."