"Altar Sacrificial Ceremony?" Korina widened her big eyes, looking down at the two of them.
"Isn't the kingdom's high priest already on trial in the Tamerlarya? Haven't you seen anyone dressed the same as us?" Helen was quite curious.
"Yes." Korina wrinkled her own thickly haired nose, smiling, "But they never climbed this high; the Tamerlarya stretches on for thousands of miles, and we mammoths just aren't social, so we've never greeted them. About a decade ago, we did have a Beamon pass through, a lion from the Rhine Tribe. Only he ever stayed a few days in our clan's dwelling area, and then he scaled the seemingly insurmountable Tamerlarya. He was a real warrior."
"Kampas!" Helen was filled with a rush of cold air, exchanging a glance with Richard.
"It's our current king, King Grecke Sar, isn't it?" Richard asked in a lowered voice.
"I'm sure it is; he was the only one to have scaled the Tamerlarya in his youth." Helen nodded.
