306 Ghost Weaver

Jay raised the new level one skeleton and had it walk alongside his throne as he talked to it, giving it a name.

“Your name is Archers. That’s right, Archers with an S.” he nodded. “This will make it easier when I yell ‘archers, fire!’ in the future… Hopefully.”

The skeleton clapped its jaws, accepting its name.

“Blue, teach it my ways.”

Blue glanced up at Jay and gave a nod, accepting his order.

Jay watched them communicate in their strange silent skeleton language as the young skeleton was bombarded with orders, including Jay’s past orders: always collect all, don’t attack humans around Losla, and so on, until they reached Jay’s last grand order of revenge if he were ever to die.

“I wonder if they speak something other than Astratan.” Jay wondered as he watched.

“I’ll need to give Archers a mind too…”

The skeleton cohort had marched Jay downhill for a while, and the fresh forest air was replaced by a more humid, warmer one.