From Chapter Seventeen: Traitors

“Pregonaut!” cried Singfellow, for this boy had always seemed to lead the others, “what bodes this?”

The small band of youths turned to face us, but remained walking, backing down the road.  Malice glowered from their faces.

“We go to join Levinhudnia!” announced Pregonaut  “We want to win!  To us will pass the order in this land!  To us, the reigns of power!”

“Traitors!” cried Singfellow, “shoot them!”