She returned to her seat, aware of the many eyes on her, especially Titus'. When she was seated, Ontari spoke. "We are one people, made of many. We are joined today, and hereafter. As you have trusted me with your lives, I trust you with mine." She looked around the assemblage, smiled, and yelled, "Let the feast begin!"

Everyone around her stood and cheered, but Clarke remained seated, her brow furrowed in thought, until Roan put a hand under her elbow and pulled her to her feet. While the crowd cleared, he spoke to her quietly. "You will make an appearance at the feast. You will make a toast to Heda. Make sure both you and Murphy eat. After two hours, you will leave. Go directly to the stables. Everything you need will be in the saddlebags. I have arranged for you to change horses at several places along the way. Do not stop until you reach your destination. Your guards have the clearances you need, but if there are any problems, there are papers in your saddlebags to clear the way. Speak to me before you leave."

Clarke nodded. When the Azgeda delegation left the arena, she walked with them, and excused herself just outside the feast hall. She grabbed Murphy before he entered. One guard waited outside to keep an eye on them. She relayed Roan's instructions.

"Got it," he answered.

She nodded and went in. He followed a few minutes later.

Clarke did as was expected. She ate, drank sparingly, and raised her goblet to Ontari at the appropriate time, wishing the new heda many victories and a long life. A few warriors banged on the table when she finished.

Two hours into the feast, she moved next to Roan. He smiled at her. "Wanheda."

"Your majesty."

The people near them wandered off, but Clarke knew Ontari and Titus were watching. She saw Murphy leave, and hoped that his stumble was an act.

"Much rides with you, Clarke. I look forward to your return. Ontari rides to her army in the morning."

"No pressure," Clarke answered.

Roan smiled at her. "No more than you've faced before. Go. Do your duty to your people."

Clarke nodded.

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Murphy waited at the stables. He looked uncomfortable. Six guards waited, too. The horses were saddled, and Clarke wasted no time mounting up and getting underway. The only thing the guards said once the passed the gates was, "Hurry." The one in the lead kicked his horse into a gallop, and the rest followed.

Every few hours they left the road. It took seconds for their saddlebags to be transferred from one horse to the next, and they were galloping down the road again. Clarke battled exhaustion, and Murphy hung on to one soldier after another. They did not let him ride with Clarke, probably due to Roan's orders, or perhaps Ontari's.

With repeated changes of mount, they reached the army's rear near dawn. Clarke was surprised that no one challenged them, and too tired to care. They stopped once more, long enough to tie white cloth to long branches, making three truce flags. While they did that, someone handed Clarke a cup of coffee. She hadn't had any since before being locked up in the Skybox, and didn't care that it was black and unsweetened. She drank it as quickly as she could, and followed the two guards to their horses. Each of them took a truce flag and rode toward Arkadia.

They ran into a scouting party a mile outside Arkadia. Miller and Harper trailed an older man Clarke didn't recognize. She saw relief on their faces for a few seconds before they jumped to enforce the orders barked by their leader.

Clarke and the others got down from their horses. The saddlebags were at the camp, and none of them carried any weapons. After they were searched, the man demanded, "What do you want?"

"I'm Clarke Griffin"

"I know who you are. I asked what you want."

"Heda Ontari kom Azgeda sent me to speak to Skaikru. All of Skaikru," she added.

"Not interested."

"You're all going to die if you don't at least hear me out."

"Still not interested."

"Fine. Let me say goodbye to my friends and we'll leave."

"One minute."

Miller and Harper hurried to Clarke.

"Give up Pike and the others and the new commander will spare your lives. If that's not possible, anyone who's not loyal to him needs to leave. Please get everyone you can out."

"Goodbye, Clarke," Miller said loudly, and hugged her. "I'll do what I can," he whispered directly into her ear.

"May we meet again," she answered.

Clarke hugged Harper. "The new commander isn't kidding. If you won't turn them over, she's going to kill everyone. Get them out. They'll be safe, I promise."

"May we meet again," Harper answered, and squeezed Clarke.

"May we meet again," Clarke answered, and let her go. To the man waiting impatiently, she said, "Please tell Chancellor Pike that I'm here on behalf of Heda Ontari. If he wants to speak with me, have him approach with this flag." She picked up the white flag and handed it to Miller. He nodded almost imperceptibly.

The man snatched the flag from Miller and threw it to the ground. "We don't want your flag. Get outta here before I change my mind about shooting you."

Miller handed the flag back to Clarke. She took it and mounted her horse. Her guards did the same, and they rode back the way they came. Along the way, they ran into another patrol. Bellamy led this one, and Clarke didn't bother to get off her horse.

"Lexa's dead," she told him. "The new commander will be here soon, and she's going to destroy Arkadia and kill everyone there unless Pike and the rest of you who killed the army Lexa sent to protect you surrenders to face justice."

"Grounders have no justice," Bellamy answered.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You're here with them and you ask me that? Who blew up Mount Weather, Clarke?"

"It was Emerson. You know that, Bellamy. Are you willing to sacrifice everyone in Arkadia to your anger?"

"Why not? You were willing to sacrifice all of us to Lexa."

"Tell me exactly how many of us Lexa killed."

He looked away.

"For every one of us who died before we made peace with Trikru, she lost at least 50 of her people, probably more. I would have done exactly what she did, Bellamy. I would have taken a deal to have all of you returned no matter how many of her people were left inside there."

"You didn't do that, Clarke, and more of us died."

Clarke looked past him. She didn't recognize the people with him. "Surrender Pike, Bellamy, and the others who massacred the army. Otherwise, you die. Are you willing to die for the hate of a few people?"

Bellamy fired one shot into the air. "Next one will be in your head."

"Goodbye, Bellamy." Clarke tapped her heels into her horse's side and rode toward the army.