The peace was short-lived.

A restless camp and a drab grey sky greeted the arrival of morning. Outside Michael's cabin, rogues spoke in irritated, harsh voices. Word had gotten out that he was weak and that he was awake.

As soon as we got outside, Maya was waiting for us at the door. "A council meeting was called by the elders. In a hurry.

Michael arched an eyebrow. "Urgently, as in "we want to throw you off the throne" or "urgently, as in "we're delighted you're alive"?

"The second ...