To The Meeting of The Clan part 15
Farrant felt uneasy
As he woke that Voran morn
It was nothing he could specify
Just a feeling yet unborn

His mood was foul and brooding
As he breakfasted alone
In each eye showed less feeling
Than was seen in common stone

The servants all could sense it
And hurried at each task
Their faces set in neutral
Just a scared and worried mask

He rose then from the table
Leaving much of it untouched
Though as he left the darkened room
A letter tight he clutched

The camp had risen at first light
Then were soon upon their way
An air of sharp excitement
Gripping all this final day

By night time they would rendezvous
With their comrades never seen
From all parts of the far off lands
Sharing still a common gene

Grantor took the front as norm
With Morte watching the rear
A confidence was growing
No sign of any fear

Randson high atop his mount
Felt eager to proceed
Though had to curb his inpatients
And follow Grantors lead



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