The Adepts left a little after I told them to, taking four wargons to leave the camp, all pulled by Fenara's magic.
"Nearest station is the relay post at Hold's End," Torvin said. He still wouldn't fully meet my eyes. "Two days if the wheels hold. We report from there, and they'll send riders to the Academy."
I nodded, hoping that the Conclave had not destroyed that relay post, nevertheless, I just wanted them gone from this place, since I could not be assured of their safety, and I no longer wanted to watch my friends and teachers die, if I could easily prevent it.
And so, they went. The wagons climbed the basin lip and dropped down the far side toward the long grass, and I stood in the wreck of the camp and watched the dust of them until it was nothing, and then I was alone with the pyramid that was drinking the light of the rising sun.
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