The soldiers were on a bearing directly South toward the Foijen and ran beside the river. This made it easy for Ned to keep on their tail and ensure his water container was full. He kept hydrated and the aches in his legs eased. In between food and water stops, the boy ran while keeping an eye on the soldiers’ spoor, always on the look out for danger signs. The Malaxians were cunning warriors, so Ned was wary of an ambush. If they caught him out, he would be dead.

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