Murphy slept in the tent assigned to them, but Clarke couldn't sleep. Caffeine and stress kept her pacing around the outside of the tent. Around her, warriors talked softly while they made sure their gear was ready. Heda Ontari was coming, and they would be prepared.

She knew from listening that more troops would arrive with Ontari, doubling the size of the already large force. There was no doubt that she would do as she said.

When night fell, Clarke was still worried and awake. Murphy watched her pace but didn't say anything. He got food for her and made her eat, and offered to find some alcohol, but she declined.

She had finally fallen into an uneasy sleep when he reluctantly woke her. Two guards went with her to the front line. The people she saw had their hands up, and every one held something white plainly visible. The pressure in her chest eased when she saw the dozen wary Arkadians.

She stepped out to greet them. Harper was at the back of the group, but stepped forward when she saw Clarke. "Miller will be here with another group soon. There will be one more group after him, and maybe another, I'm not sure."

"My mom?"

"Last group. She and Kane insisted. There's a bunch of Trikru at the drop ship. Except for Lincoln, they're sick or hurt."

"We'll get them," Clarke said. "I'm sorry, but you're probably going to be prisoners until the new commander arrives."

"As long as we're alive," Harper answered.

Clarke nodded and turned to her guards. She asked one to stay with the Arkadians while the other took her to whoever was in charge of this sector. He told Clarke to stay with her friends and jogged off.

Half an hour later, he returned with an Azgeda general. "Wanheda, I received orders from Heda and Haihefa Roan to assist you."

"Thank you. There's a group of Skaikru here now, and at least two more coming. Heda said they would be safe if they surrendered."

"Do you know these people?"

"Most of them." She turned for a second and called for Harper. While she waited for her, she asked his name.

"Kemp."

She nodded. "Kemp kom Azgeda, this is Harper kom Skaikru. She came to Earth with me." They exchanged nods before she continued. "Do you know everyone with you?" she asked Harper.

"Yes. I'll vouch for them, Clarke. None of them support Pike. None of them were allowed to patrol because he didn't trust them."

"You must surrender your weapons," Kemp said.

"We don't have any weapons."

"We will search you."

"We have nothing to hide," Harper said.

Kemp ordered Clarke's guards to search the Arkadians. Their pockets were empty. No one had anything except the clothes on their backs.

"Can you get them something to eat and a place to sleep?" Clarke asked Kemp.

"Sha, Wanheda. They will be under guard for their protection."

"That's fine. Mochof." Clarke turned to Harper again. "How long before Miller's group gets here?"

"Any time. We were an hour apart."

"Ok. Go with them. I'll see you as soon as everyone's here."

Kemp gave orders to Clarke's guards, and they escorted the group into camp. "More are coming?"

"Sha. There is a group of Trikru in the lockup at the ship that brought us to Earth. When all my people are here, I can take you there."

"Can anyone else guide us?"

"I don't know."

"Heda's orders were explicit. You are not to be exposed to any danger."

"How much danger can I be in with Azgedagona?"

Kemp smiled, but not completely. "If no one else can lead us there, I will allow you to go." He raised his head. "Your friends."

While they neared, a group of warriors came from camp and stood behind Kemp and Clarke. Like the first group, they approached with raised hands, holding something white. This group, to Clarke's relief, was larger.

"May I speak to them?" she asked Kemp.

"Sha. It is easier if you explain to them."

"Mochof." She approached the group, met them about ten feet from the general. "I am so glad to see you all."

Miller moved to the front of the group. "Hey, Clarke."

She hugged him again. "Thank you so much."

"The others are coming. Two more groups, maybe 30 more people. If there are more than that, one of the next groups will know."

Clarke nodded, and greeted everyone she knew before speaking to all of them. "Here's what's going to happen. Those warriors are going to search you for weapons. If you have any, please give them up before they search you. Then they'll take you to the others, give you something to eat and someplace to sleep. You're their prisoners until the new commander arrives. She promised you would be safe. I'll come see you as soon as everyone's here."

They nodded. Miller handed her a pistol and several knives were passed forward. Clarke took them all, and asked Miller, "Can anyone take a group to the drop ship?"

He shook his head. "We're beat. We've been on quarter rations for a week."

"Ok, go get something eat. I'll see you soon."

"Thanks, Clarke."

She nodded and walked ahead of him, arms full of weapons. One of the guards held a satchel for her and Clarke carefully placed the knives in it, saving the pistol for last. She made certain the safety was on and removed the magazine. She got the bullet from the firing chamber and put it in the magazine before placing both pieces in the bag.

"We will return them when Heda approves."

"That's fine."

"Will you wait for the others?"

"Sha."

He left her for a moment to speak to the guards, then returned. "How was Heda's Ascension ceremony?"

"Interesting. Have you been to one?"

"No. Did she share her blood with you?"

"Sha." Clarke held out her palm, and realized for the first time that it was healed. She tried to remember the last time she noticed it, and realized that it must have healed before she left the feast because handling the reins didn't bother her. All that remained was a thin, white line across her palm. The only evidence of what happened were traces of dark dried blood in the creases of her palm.

Kemp nodded and traced the line with his index finger. "Tell me about living in the sky," he asked, and she told him everything she could think of until they saw the next group approach.

Clarke expected to see her mother or Marcus Kane and was disappointed again. This group was most of the rest of the people who came down in the drop ship. She greeted them and explained everything again. This group gave her two knives, and when they were gone, Clarke went back to telling Kemp about living on the Ark.

The last group arrived two hours after the previous one. Clarke hugged her mother and shook Marcus Kane's hand. "Where's Raven? And Monty?"

"Raven's with Jaha. I told him what was coming, but he insisted they'll be safe in the City of Light."

"He's an idiot, Mom. Do you have any of those chips?"

"Marcus has one."

"I need it."

"You're not going to use it, are you?"

"Not a chance."

Marcus fished it out of his shirt pocket and handed it to Clarke. "It's dangerous."

"You're telling me." She slid it into a pocket. "If you have any weapons, give them to me. The guards are going to search you so it's better if you just give them to me. They'll take you to get something to eat and rest. You're prisoners until the new commander arrives."

"Clarke, are you ok?"

"I'm fine. There's a lot to do. I'll see all of you as soon as I can."

"Lincoln's at the drop ship with the others. They're sick and starving."

"I know. I'm going to get them now, unless anyone else is coming."

"I don't think so," Marcus told her. "All that's left are Pike's supporters and Jaha's followers."

"Mean and crazy," Abby muttered.

"And dead," Clarke added. "Go, I'll see you soon."

Haihefa = king