"Only Cowards Stay While Traitors Run"
Title: Only Cowards Stay While Traitors Run
Author: Rissy James
Characters: Cain/DG, Glitch, Raw, Tutor (includes other major and minor characters)
Rating: 14+ (subject to change)
Summary: The fade to black was merely the blink of an eye. Respite for only seconds. After all, the road is long.
Only Cowards Stay While Traitors Run
When Last We Met: Rain has chased the companions to seek refuge in Ammenium Township, where Cain hopes they'll be able to make their final decision on a southern route. The passage of times weighs heavier on their minds as the days have faded into weeks, with only DG's hope pressing them on.
Chapter Twenty One: Roads Diverged
Some kind soul had seen to it that there was a meal waiting for him in his room, a basin of hot water beside it, and for that, Cain was grateful beyond words. Where the others had gotten to wasn't his immediate concern; he didn't delude himself in thinking that any one of them would stay put, but the sight of a steaming supper demanded equal attention. In the end, his stomach made the decision for him.
As he ate, he couldn't stop his mind from its musing; here they were, sheltered in another calm, one they were lucky to have come across. There'd be no leaving at dawn, not as he'd wanted to, but it'd be early morning at the least and that was enough for him. Out of the rain, but listening to it beat against the eaves all the same, he wasn't inclined to push the others.
A quiet room, a warm meal; it was hard to walk away from, always was. The to or from of it never seemed to matter as much, just that reason to stay.
There'd be no staying, though, not this time - but it wasn't the closest his mind had come to about settling down somewhere a little nearer to DG, and that had recently caused no end to his concern.
It was then, to shut down his own wistful mind, that he finished washing and went to find the others, knowing even as he left his room buttoning his vest that the girl would be the first he sought out. As it turned out, she'd be the last he came across.
The inn in which they stayed - the Wellspring, if he remembered correctly - had only the three small rooms, all branching off a central common area atop a balcony that overlooked the front doors. Immediately below was the desk and office, and what Cain assumed to be the owner's living quarters.
Outside his room, the gas lamps were turned up high, an unforgiving glow revealing the worn condition of his surroundings; and in the middle of the washed out, threadbare gloom was Glitch, just exposing his knobby elbows as he shoved his sleeves up. The silk back of his waistcoat was splash of brilliant blue. Tucked away into a corner, and watching Glitch with a frown on his face, was Raw, blending in too well with the dusty furniture and fading wallpaper.
At the sight of Cain, Raw shook his head in Glitch's direction.
"Can't change lines on paper by staring hard," he said. Surely enough, when Cain craned his neck, he could make out the sheet Glitch was studying was indeed a map, and not one of their own. Curious now, and against his better judgement, he stepped in for a closer look over Glitch's shoulder.
"It isn't those lines I worry about," he said slowly, as his mind took a moment to orient itself with the Qualdin Basin. "It's the mountains and forests they stand for that have got me wondering."
"Our best bet looks to be this route that runs through the Colibri plain," Glitch said; with his finger he drew a line from their current point, Ammenium, sharply east to skirt the edges of the Black Forest and then farther southward. "Unless we want to double-back the way we came to the Finaquan juncture and head south from there, but that would take us very close to the estate."
Cain frowned. "What's DG had to say about any of this?"
"Nothing so far. Hasn't come out of her room."
Glancing up at the closed door he'd watched her disappear through an hour or more before, Cain sighed, and went back to the map of the southern province. Judging distance, it was only a few hours to Finaqua heading west, back the way they'd come, just as Glitch had said. Beyond the palace and the lakes surrounding it, there was nothing but wilderness.
"Looks to be a saddle here, if we follow this river," he said, pressing his finger heavily to the map.
"And this valley opens up to the other side; we could be in the rain shadows in three days."
Three days. Lavender could be dead in three days, or perhaps she was dead already and the news hadn't caught up with them; perhaps she lingered on, never changing. Through all this wandering, what had they managed to accomplish, but to pile more doubt and worry and gods-damned hope onto their already overloaded consciences.
Growling, Cain pushed himself away from the table. "And what is it exactly you're hopin' DG is gonna do?"
Glitch opened his mouth to respond, but seemed to have none ready; his expression fell flat as Cain glared at him expectantly.
Cain sighed. "Right."
"It's all still in accordance with Lavender's wishes," Glitch added with an air of optimism.
"Somehow, I'm doubtin' that."
Raw stood from his chair, slow and careful. "Mother marked child for greatness. Mother made DG who she is. Cannot ask DG to change now."
Glitch tossed Cain a smug grin from across the table, validated by Viewer. Raw, on the other hand, only shrugged his shoulders with a peaceful expression gracing not only his face but the utter whole of him. It is what it is, everything about him said, standing back with infinite patience as the humans around him tried to dissect every option and possibility, ever searching for that elusive 'why' that would force their world into sense.
Though it was no time to all of a sudden take Raw's passive presence into renewed appreciation, it reminded Cain all too clearly of his own preoccupation with matters far beyond his control; but when he didn't need to focus solely on protecting those around him, what else was there to concern himself with but what the future held for them - and how he could keep it in his own hands.
His eyes went back to the map. Three days was far too conservative an estimate given the inclement weather. Still, the suns had to come back out sometime. Three days to reach the borderlands, but how many to search? And to return?
He went back to the table, leaning heavily on his fisted hands, the tops of his knuckles cracking under the bulk of his weight. "We could be out there for weeks," he said, "with no guarantees. Lavender's situation being what it is, I don't fancy taking DG out of the-"
Glitch flashed a grin as he interrupted Cain. "She's going with or without you, Tin Man. It's more like she's taking you."
"We're going to need some sort of assurance," Cain pressed, his voice hardening.
"If something happened to Lady Lavender," Glitch said, not missing a beat, "then word would travel fast, even as far south as this; the resistance would make certain of it. We were in the mideast not two days ago, and there was no news."
Cain bit back the lashing that wanted to tear out of his mouth, and took a deep breath before opening his mouth. "If Lavender passes," and here he stopped himself and forced himself to mutter a quick, "Gods forbid," before pausing, exhaling heavily, "then Azkadellia's going to need DG in Central, and fast. If we're out scouring the -"
Whatever else he was going to say, it died in his throat as Tutor came out of DG's room, the girl in tow and looking far too pale, far too focused. She was pushing too hard, whether for herself, for her own conscience, or for those of the others who stood behind her, it was all too abundantly clear that it was starting to catch up to her. Subdued, that would have been Cain's choice of phrase for the mask she wore; whatever storm raged within her, she hid it well.
"If my mother wants me to stay away, then that's what I'll do," she said, blue eyes seeking out each friendly face in turn; Cain was last, and it was on his face she lingered. Was she daring him to challenge her?
"This isn't just a few days leisure in the mountains, Deege," he said; if she so chose to lock eyes with him, who was he to look away? There was no bending his will, just as there was no breaking her resolve. They were all in this, and in it deep; together, it seemed, with no fortunes or promises to draw them forward, only shame and guilt to drive them from behind.
"Don't try lecturing me now, Cain."
He clenched his jaw; in front of the others, his surname. He wondered how high those walls of hers went, and how far she actually ever ventured from them, even for him.
"I'm sure there isn't a lecture the rest haven't given you already," he said, making it a point to sweep his eyes in Tutor's direction. "But I'm not sure you're gonna know when to give it up."
"I have a feeling you'll point out the end if we ever come to it," she said, her voice tinged with anger.
"That an order, princess?"
He was certain that if he'd responded in usual form, she would have had some dry, witty remark ready for him, but as it was, he'd knocked the speech clean off her lips, and the pause was deafening. Every uncomfortable shift, each wary glance among their companions echoed off the emptiness. He saw her then, just plain scared standing before him, waiting for answers to fall out of the sky; didn't trust herself, doubting those who told her she continued to do the right thing.
How could any of them really know to tell her what was right, what wasn't.
All that in a single pause. Wasn't good, the way she could turn his brain on him like that with one -
"We're going south," she said, steady as she could keep herself while her eyes still burned into him. "As far south as we can go, wherever that is."
"The southernmost tip of the Zone is the Bur'zaen Overlook," Glitch said, tapping the map as if not a one of them had eyes to see for themselves. The rocky shores of the southern sandsea, the very edge of the Outer Zone, where the sheer cliffs tapered into a cape; a vast stretch of empty desert where sandships would not sail. Beyond the desert was said to be a land engulfed by an ancient wood, mammoth trees with leaves that scraped the sky and roots that reached down to the very core of the world.
To say the overlook was remote left it wanting. To anyone of Zone descent, it was the end of the world.
"In the east, General did say south," Raw said. "Over mountain, and plain."
"There's a hell of a lot to the south of Bluesire's village," Cain said, ignoring Raw and staring pointedly at DG. "He barely told you a damn thing."
"No one ever tells me a damn thing, Cain," she said, words he would have expected her to shout, but they fell from her tongue, heavy and hollow. "You've never noticed?"
He stayed silent, unable to immediately prove her wrong.
She softened then, frowning at him, those sky eyes seeing and knowing far more than he normally gave her credit for. "It's enough, isn't it?" she asked.
He lowered his chin, turned his head so that he might momentarily close his eyes and sigh. "If you're sure."
A pause, and then, "I'm not."
He raised an eyebrow; caution's query. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Glitch put a hand over his eyes, and bow his head. DG, for all her good intention, was quiet.
"You give us the word, kiddo," he said, after long moments had passed by, "and we turn around and head home with no questions asked. That sound all right by you?"
For what it was worth, she nodded. "Thank you."
It crossed his mind to say more, but there was nothing beyond more blind promises that he could offer. Instead, he gave her the only thing he knew they could both wholly rely on. He went back to the map.
"If we're heading dead south, there's no point in waylaying ourselves to the eastern pass in Colibri..."
Hours later, Cain lingered in the dark downstairs, next to the empty fireplace. But for the rhythmic snores of the landlord in his back office and the continued patter of rain against the windows, there was very little to mark the passage of time. He was untouched here, without need or want, and it was as close to peace as he was libel to get. And that, he found, he didn't mind.
Come morning, the five of them would ride south; the greatest obstacle they would face would be getting past Finaqua unseen. It was DG's request, and it was one he had no problem granting. The woods were plenty thick enough, and riddled with roads older than the ones that had carried them thus far.
Four or five days would see them safely through the mountains. Passage wouldn't be difficult; though the trade routes had long been abandoned, they still remained, marked on the map of the southern province that Glitch had dug up for them. With any luck -
He stopped himself cold. No point in banking on luck.
Sighing to himself, he leaned an elbow on the bare, dusty mantelpiece. Upstairs, the others slept. There was a bed for him up there, one that he hoped would be relatively clean, but there was no denying that whatever the state of the bed, it was still preferable to a night spent on the soft, soggy ground. The rain, he hoped, would let up by morning.
Above him, a creak. More rain, sheets of it coming down on the roof, echoing in the eaves. Another long, low groan of floorboards.
Someone wasn't sleeping.
He understood her restlessness, more than he'd first considered, which surprised him. She was a worrier by nature, and there'd been more than enough to ponder in the last few weeks to add to those dark shadows she'd begun to carry under her eyes. He didn't like the thought of her pacing a lonely room; he pictured her bare feet padding against a worn rug. He wondered if she was chewing at her lip, as she often did when deep in thought.
Quite a pair they made, stewing alone, separately, in that strange, temporary refuge.
It should have come as nothing of a shock to find himself mounting the stairs, but he was shaking his head at himself the entire way. The light spilling out from under her door was weak at best, but it was there. The shadow she cast as she moved between the door and the light was swift and utterly silent, and as he approached, she stopped moving all together behind that door. Were his footsteps in the hall truly loud enough to give away his presence?
He smirked at the thought of her scolding him for his lack of stealth. He, the lecturer, caught running afoul of his own advice.
Cain knocked gently on her door; she was too quick to answer, but hesitant to see for sure who was on the other side.
"Get your coat," he told her, and she opened the door the wider to get a better look at him, to allow the light from her room to fall on him.
"Where are we going?" she asked, leaning her head listlessly against the door jamb. The curiosity was bright in her eyes; for a moment he just watched her, musing over the fact that she hadn't said 'no' outright. "Well?" she pressed, raising an eyebrow.
"Just hurry, would you? I don't know about you, darlin', but I'd rather this not take all night."
Table Of Contents
One - Two - Three - Four - Five
Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten
Eleven - Twelve - Thirteen - Fourteen - Fifteen
Sixteen - Seventeen - Eighteen - Nineteen - Twenty
Twenty One - Twenty Two - Twenty Three - Twenty Four - Twenty Five
Twenty Six - Twenty Seven - Twenty Eight - Twenty Nine - Thirty
Thirty One - Thirty Two - Thirty Three - Thirty Four - Thirty Five
Thirty Six - Thirty Seven - Thirty Eight - Thirty Nine - Forty
Author: Rissy James
Characters: Cain/DG, Glitch, Raw, Tutor (includes other major and minor characters)
Rating: 14+ (subject to change)
Summary: The fade to black was merely the blink of an eye. Respite for only seconds. After all, the road is long.
Only Cowards Stay While Traitors Run
When Last We Met: Rain has chased the companions to seek refuge in Ammenium Township, where Cain hopes they'll be able to make their final decision on a southern route. The passage of times weighs heavier on their minds as the days have faded into weeks, with only DG's hope pressing them on.
Chapter Twenty One: Roads Diverged
Some kind soul had seen to it that there was a meal waiting for him in his room, a basin of hot water beside it, and for that, Cain was grateful beyond words. Where the others had gotten to wasn't his immediate concern; he didn't delude himself in thinking that any one of them would stay put, but the sight of a steaming supper demanded equal attention. In the end, his stomach made the decision for him.
As he ate, he couldn't stop his mind from its musing; here they were, sheltered in another calm, one they were lucky to have come across. There'd be no leaving at dawn, not as he'd wanted to, but it'd be early morning at the least and that was enough for him. Out of the rain, but listening to it beat against the eaves all the same, he wasn't inclined to push the others.
A quiet room, a warm meal; it was hard to walk away from, always was. The to or from of it never seemed to matter as much, just that reason to stay.
There'd be no staying, though, not this time - but it wasn't the closest his mind had come to about settling down somewhere a little nearer to DG, and that had recently caused no end to his concern.
It was then, to shut down his own wistful mind, that he finished washing and went to find the others, knowing even as he left his room buttoning his vest that the girl would be the first he sought out. As it turned out, she'd be the last he came across.
The inn in which they stayed - the Wellspring, if he remembered correctly - had only the three small rooms, all branching off a central common area atop a balcony that overlooked the front doors. Immediately below was the desk and office, and what Cain assumed to be the owner's living quarters.
Outside his room, the gas lamps were turned up high, an unforgiving glow revealing the worn condition of his surroundings; and in the middle of the washed out, threadbare gloom was Glitch, just exposing his knobby elbows as he shoved his sleeves up. The silk back of his waistcoat was splash of brilliant blue. Tucked away into a corner, and watching Glitch with a frown on his face, was Raw, blending in too well with the dusty furniture and fading wallpaper.
At the sight of Cain, Raw shook his head in Glitch's direction.
"Can't change lines on paper by staring hard," he said. Surely enough, when Cain craned his neck, he could make out the sheet Glitch was studying was indeed a map, and not one of their own. Curious now, and against his better judgement, he stepped in for a closer look over Glitch's shoulder.
"It isn't those lines I worry about," he said slowly, as his mind took a moment to orient itself with the Qualdin Basin. "It's the mountains and forests they stand for that have got me wondering."
"Our best bet looks to be this route that runs through the Colibri plain," Glitch said; with his finger he drew a line from their current point, Ammenium, sharply east to skirt the edges of the Black Forest and then farther southward. "Unless we want to double-back the way we came to the Finaquan juncture and head south from there, but that would take us very close to the estate."
Cain frowned. "What's DG had to say about any of this?"
"Nothing so far. Hasn't come out of her room."
Glancing up at the closed door he'd watched her disappear through an hour or more before, Cain sighed, and went back to the map of the southern province. Judging distance, it was only a few hours to Finaqua heading west, back the way they'd come, just as Glitch had said. Beyond the palace and the lakes surrounding it, there was nothing but wilderness.
"Looks to be a saddle here, if we follow this river," he said, pressing his finger heavily to the map.
"And this valley opens up to the other side; we could be in the rain shadows in three days."
Three days. Lavender could be dead in three days, or perhaps she was dead already and the news hadn't caught up with them; perhaps she lingered on, never changing. Through all this wandering, what had they managed to accomplish, but to pile more doubt and worry and gods-damned hope onto their already overloaded consciences.
Growling, Cain pushed himself away from the table. "And what is it exactly you're hopin' DG is gonna do?"
Glitch opened his mouth to respond, but seemed to have none ready; his expression fell flat as Cain glared at him expectantly.
Cain sighed. "Right."
"It's all still in accordance with Lavender's wishes," Glitch added with an air of optimism.
"Somehow, I'm doubtin' that."
Raw stood from his chair, slow and careful. "Mother marked child for greatness. Mother made DG who she is. Cannot ask DG to change now."
Glitch tossed Cain a smug grin from across the table, validated by Viewer. Raw, on the other hand, only shrugged his shoulders with a peaceful expression gracing not only his face but the utter whole of him. It is what it is, everything about him said, standing back with infinite patience as the humans around him tried to dissect every option and possibility, ever searching for that elusive 'why' that would force their world into sense.
Though it was no time to all of a sudden take Raw's passive presence into renewed appreciation, it reminded Cain all too clearly of his own preoccupation with matters far beyond his control; but when he didn't need to focus solely on protecting those around him, what else was there to concern himself with but what the future held for them - and how he could keep it in his own hands.
His eyes went back to the map. Three days was far too conservative an estimate given the inclement weather. Still, the suns had to come back out sometime. Three days to reach the borderlands, but how many to search? And to return?
He went back to the table, leaning heavily on his fisted hands, the tops of his knuckles cracking under the bulk of his weight. "We could be out there for weeks," he said, "with no guarantees. Lavender's situation being what it is, I don't fancy taking DG out of the-"
Glitch flashed a grin as he interrupted Cain. "She's going with or without you, Tin Man. It's more like she's taking you."
"We're going to need some sort of assurance," Cain pressed, his voice hardening.
"If something happened to Lady Lavender," Glitch said, not missing a beat, "then word would travel fast, even as far south as this; the resistance would make certain of it. We were in the mideast not two days ago, and there was no news."
Cain bit back the lashing that wanted to tear out of his mouth, and took a deep breath before opening his mouth. "If Lavender passes," and here he stopped himself and forced himself to mutter a quick, "Gods forbid," before pausing, exhaling heavily, "then Azkadellia's going to need DG in Central, and fast. If we're out scouring the -"
Whatever else he was going to say, it died in his throat as Tutor came out of DG's room, the girl in tow and looking far too pale, far too focused. She was pushing too hard, whether for herself, for her own conscience, or for those of the others who stood behind her, it was all too abundantly clear that it was starting to catch up to her. Subdued, that would have been Cain's choice of phrase for the mask she wore; whatever storm raged within her, she hid it well.
"If my mother wants me to stay away, then that's what I'll do," she said, blue eyes seeking out each friendly face in turn; Cain was last, and it was on his face she lingered. Was she daring him to challenge her?
"This isn't just a few days leisure in the mountains, Deege," he said; if she so chose to lock eyes with him, who was he to look away? There was no bending his will, just as there was no breaking her resolve. They were all in this, and in it deep; together, it seemed, with no fortunes or promises to draw them forward, only shame and guilt to drive them from behind.
"Don't try lecturing me now, Cain."
He clenched his jaw; in front of the others, his surname. He wondered how high those walls of hers went, and how far she actually ever ventured from them, even for him.
"I'm sure there isn't a lecture the rest haven't given you already," he said, making it a point to sweep his eyes in Tutor's direction. "But I'm not sure you're gonna know when to give it up."
"I have a feeling you'll point out the end if we ever come to it," she said, her voice tinged with anger.
"That an order, princess?"
He was certain that if he'd responded in usual form, she would have had some dry, witty remark ready for him, but as it was, he'd knocked the speech clean off her lips, and the pause was deafening. Every uncomfortable shift, each wary glance among their companions echoed off the emptiness. He saw her then, just plain scared standing before him, waiting for answers to fall out of the sky; didn't trust herself, doubting those who told her she continued to do the right thing.
How could any of them really know to tell her what was right, what wasn't.
All that in a single pause. Wasn't good, the way she could turn his brain on him like that with one -
"We're going south," she said, steady as she could keep herself while her eyes still burned into him. "As far south as we can go, wherever that is."
"The southernmost tip of the Zone is the Bur'zaen Overlook," Glitch said, tapping the map as if not a one of them had eyes to see for themselves. The rocky shores of the southern sandsea, the very edge of the Outer Zone, where the sheer cliffs tapered into a cape; a vast stretch of empty desert where sandships would not sail. Beyond the desert was said to be a land engulfed by an ancient wood, mammoth trees with leaves that scraped the sky and roots that reached down to the very core of the world.
To say the overlook was remote left it wanting. To anyone of Zone descent, it was the end of the world.
"In the east, General did say south," Raw said. "Over mountain, and plain."
"There's a hell of a lot to the south of Bluesire's village," Cain said, ignoring Raw and staring pointedly at DG. "He barely told you a damn thing."
"No one ever tells me a damn thing, Cain," she said, words he would have expected her to shout, but they fell from her tongue, heavy and hollow. "You've never noticed?"
He stayed silent, unable to immediately prove her wrong.
She softened then, frowning at him, those sky eyes seeing and knowing far more than he normally gave her credit for. "It's enough, isn't it?" she asked.
He lowered his chin, turned his head so that he might momentarily close his eyes and sigh. "If you're sure."
A pause, and then, "I'm not."
He raised an eyebrow; caution's query. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Glitch put a hand over his eyes, and bow his head. DG, for all her good intention, was quiet.
"You give us the word, kiddo," he said, after long moments had passed by, "and we turn around and head home with no questions asked. That sound all right by you?"
For what it was worth, she nodded. "Thank you."
It crossed his mind to say more, but there was nothing beyond more blind promises that he could offer. Instead, he gave her the only thing he knew they could both wholly rely on. He went back to the map.
"If we're heading dead south, there's no point in waylaying ourselves to the eastern pass in Colibri..."
Hours later, Cain lingered in the dark downstairs, next to the empty fireplace. But for the rhythmic snores of the landlord in his back office and the continued patter of rain against the windows, there was very little to mark the passage of time. He was untouched here, without need or want, and it was as close to peace as he was libel to get. And that, he found, he didn't mind.
Come morning, the five of them would ride south; the greatest obstacle they would face would be getting past Finaqua unseen. It was DG's request, and it was one he had no problem granting. The woods were plenty thick enough, and riddled with roads older than the ones that had carried them thus far.
Four or five days would see them safely through the mountains. Passage wouldn't be difficult; though the trade routes had long been abandoned, they still remained, marked on the map of the southern province that Glitch had dug up for them. With any luck -
He stopped himself cold. No point in banking on luck.
Sighing to himself, he leaned an elbow on the bare, dusty mantelpiece. Upstairs, the others slept. There was a bed for him up there, one that he hoped would be relatively clean, but there was no denying that whatever the state of the bed, it was still preferable to a night spent on the soft, soggy ground. The rain, he hoped, would let up by morning.
Above him, a creak. More rain, sheets of it coming down on the roof, echoing in the eaves. Another long, low groan of floorboards.
Someone wasn't sleeping.
He understood her restlessness, more than he'd first considered, which surprised him. She was a worrier by nature, and there'd been more than enough to ponder in the last few weeks to add to those dark shadows she'd begun to carry under her eyes. He didn't like the thought of her pacing a lonely room; he pictured her bare feet padding against a worn rug. He wondered if she was chewing at her lip, as she often did when deep in thought.
Quite a pair they made, stewing alone, separately, in that strange, temporary refuge.
It should have come as nothing of a shock to find himself mounting the stairs, but he was shaking his head at himself the entire way. The light spilling out from under her door was weak at best, but it was there. The shadow she cast as she moved between the door and the light was swift and utterly silent, and as he approached, she stopped moving all together behind that door. Were his footsteps in the hall truly loud enough to give away his presence?
He smirked at the thought of her scolding him for his lack of stealth. He, the lecturer, caught running afoul of his own advice.
Cain knocked gently on her door; she was too quick to answer, but hesitant to see for sure who was on the other side.
"Get your coat," he told her, and she opened the door the wider to get a better look at him, to allow the light from her room to fall on him.
"Where are we going?" she asked, leaning her head listlessly against the door jamb. The curiosity was bright in her eyes; for a moment he just watched her, musing over the fact that she hadn't said 'no' outright. "Well?" she pressed, raising an eyebrow.
"Just hurry, would you? I don't know about you, darlin', but I'd rather this not take all night."
Table Of Contents
One - Two - Three - Four - Five
Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten
Eleven - Twelve - Thirteen - Fourteen - Fifteen
Sixteen - Seventeen - Eighteen - Nineteen - Twenty
Twenty One - Twenty Two - Twenty Three - Twenty Four - Twenty Five
Twenty Six - Twenty Seven - Twenty Eight - Twenty Nine - Thirty
Thirty One - Thirty Two - Thirty Three - Thirty Four - Thirty Five
Thirty Six - Thirty Seven - Thirty Eight - Thirty Nine - Forty