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A war? Folcrada felt dizzy. What had she been thrust into? "My love," she said breathlessly, "who are the Longrunners?" He turned to her. "A rival clan. We have long clashed over land and hunting, and recently have gone to war. Tomorrow at dawn, it will end, one way or another - or at least that is what I said, until hours ago, the Great Voice told us you were coming. You shall lead us to victory." Was the Great Voice a deity? Could it really promise this? She had promised to fight beside him, but she was suddenly beset with terror that their marriage would last no more than ten or twelve hours before she lost him forever. "Has the Great Voice ever spoken to you before?" "It speaks only to the king, and I was crowned yesterday." "Y-yes, all right, but... but I -" "Fret not, my queen! You shall have a lifetime to learn of the Great Voice, of our customs and history. This eve, we celebrate. Tonight, we bed as man and wife. And tomorrow, we slay our enemies. The future is bright!" He was so exuberant and joyful, and it was their wedding day; she could not continue to protest, and when he kissed her again, she kissed back with gusto. The night was long, perhaps irresponsibly so; Fred would have insisted a long night's rest before a battle, but Folcrada was deeply in love with Vodirk, and wanted only to spend time with him. Now, after some exhausting hours, when he lay in their bed, flung with pelts, deeply asleep, she wrapped only a bearskin around herself and stumbled out onto the moors under the moonlight, saying tentatively, her words slurred, "Great Voice? Voice from the wardrobe? Speak to me. Explain as much as you will. I must know... can you guarantee victory? Truly?" She waited, swaying slightly. After several seconds,
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