Miyoxi Tiholu rode out of Nexus onto the Field of Mars with his small company about him ambling along so as not to provoke the thing that made the rules in Nexus to pick up the escort he had hired for the long journey to Cherak along the coast of Creation stopping to audit and inspect the Satrapies along the way and he hoped find some clue to what had happened to Fran's friend Bob that ill favoured day on his wife's estate outside Lords crossing.
With him rode Fran who he was fonder of than he had any right to be his children silent for once awed at Nexus and very pleased to have identical ponies their newly purchased servants and though he did not know who, he was sure one of the silent agents of Looksy. He shuddered at the memory of Korush a cold hard killer who could be as silent and invisible as candle smoke in a fog. Still they might have their own plans but they where not his enemies and he could be said to owe them at least a little for providing him & all he loved, refuge after the calibration nightmare.
The servants where an odd lot all purchased from the Faerie market where those deemed useless are sold to those who trade for the fair folk, who are not fair nor good nor properly even of creation for they feed of the souls of such hopeless folk and would have all creation destroyed.
Miyoxi Tiholu halted the column before the arrayed troops he had hired and he, Fran, Anarith and his two Outcaste bodyguards rode to inspect them whilst his sons decided to race their new ponies around the huge marshalling ground. He stopped his small troop after one pass in front of the arrayed men before the captain an elderly balding warrior in mail and plate his masked helmet cradled under his arm & spoke briefly before the whole formed into one column and rode of north wards towards the coast road, having paused only to gather in his sons and chide them for exhausting their mounts.
Ginger
