The orc had been observing the sky for several minutes. Her followers were a few meters behind and waited silently for further events. Mönkhtuya gave a small, satisfied smile, her eagle had cleverly hidden itself in the dazzling sunlight and was only waiting for a sign. He suddenly swooped down; like a spear it fell on its prey. The Empress of Oryun maintained all the composure imposed by her status but smiled inwardly when she saw the superb white hare. That was an omen that would probably not please the delegation of the protesting priests...