The priests let him go with his money once he swore on his life that he had no ties to isis. It didn't trouble mahado very much to make the oath.
With nowhere else to go, mahado returned to the inn. They would not let him near. A crowd was gathered outside, waiting for his return. The people had seen isis, remembered her from years past, and turned her in to the soldiers. That explained how all of this came out, mahado realized. One time he might have fought the people, but he left, running from their shouts and even a few stones.
He had been with the foreign girl, and now had nowhere to go. His horse was stolen, his few things probably taken from his inn room and burned by now. He managed to find a food vendor that would sell to him, and at least was able to eat.
Wandering the city, mahado tried to think about what to do next. The overwhelming hate for the murdering dragon could not erase all of his love for her. She said the dragon did it. He did not listen then. Now... His family came again to mind, but so did isis, holding him while he cried for them. mhado looked towards the towering obelisks of the palace. The sun cast long shadows behind them. His legs moved before he could stop them. He ran through the streets, cursing himself for ever doubting her.
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