All at once, the youthful voice of Hea Arantah screams across the square. While the visiting Isparians look at him in confusion, the Hea bury themselves in their work.

Aranath gasps, clutching at his head. His eyes are shut tight but a painful violet light burns out from behind his eyelids.

"WHAT? What did i do? Yes... I understand. The unpland patrols. Reinforced. At once, Collector. Please... my xuta is watching."

The light ceases like a snuffed candle. The Tah of Hea staggers.

"Warriors!" he calls, raather weakly. "I want raiding parties on the plateau at once! Temenua isn't doing his task... our friends are angry!"