South of the Border

By Matthew Farmer

The crew of the airship Cornwallis may have parted company with Navarr and Mizzell, but the safety they sought evades them all. Navarr and Mizzell’s new life is shattered when a flying beast attacks their adopted mountain family.
The Cornwallis crew also have their lives decimated when their ship is hijacked by slavers, stealing two of their own as well as their flying home.
Accused of murder, they must escape the clutches of the local warlord and travel through the deserts in disguise.
Can they safely get to the slave market and save their crew and their ship? And why is Mizzell drawn to the same market? What is there that connects her to her homeworld? Continue the saga of Mizzell and the crew of the Cornwallis in book 2 of The Girl From Out of Town.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Matthew Farmer
• Release date: Oct 1, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370117475

Matthew Farmer

A happily married Gemini, Matthew lives in the tempestuous city of Melbourne. He graduated with a Professional Writing & Communications Degree a long time ago, and like all writers, chose careers not at all related to writing. Now he has become a freelance copy writer and author. The Girl From Out of Town, while it is his debut published novel, is in fact the tenth novel he has written, thanks to the National Novel Writing Month. Once this series has been written and published he will go back and make his science fiction available for sale as well.

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South Of the Border

By Matthew Farmer

Book 2 in the Girl From Out Of Town saga

Published by Matthew Farmer at Smashwords

Copyright 2017 Matthew Farmer

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The Girl From Out of Town- Book 1 in the Girl From Out of Town saga

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Editors – Figment Friendly Editing; Brodie Asaris; Michelle Wauchope

Thank you to Vandal (artist_Vandal) for being my strongest outside voice and for waving the pompoms when I needed. To my beta readers who gave me some very interesting feedback and to Jade for being very excited that she got to draw dinosaurs.

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Chapter 1

Mizzell woke, gasping for breath. Her hand wrapped quickly around the handle of a blade as she listened for what had woken her. All she could hear was the snoring coming from Navarr. She pushed him onto his side to stop the noise. He grumbled and swatted at her, but soon stopped.

There was a slight buzzing in her head, a sensation she had been getting more and more used to over the past few months. Mizzell knew she wouldn't be getting back to sleep any time soon, so she pulled on her boots and wrapped herself in a warm fur vest. She unlaced the hide tent flap and crept out into the night.

The moon, Kayjen, bathed the glen in her pale blue glow. In a few moments Mizzell's eyes had adjusted and she could see the high mountains that surrounded The Glade, snow being whipped off the peaks by high winds. Beyond that were the stars which had become familiar to her in the months that they had been camping here.

In The Glade it was a still night. No breeze at all. There were no night sounds, which, combined with the buzzing in her head, told her exactly what was going on. With a sigh she made her way down a path and into a narrow grotto. Her night vision assisted her as she made her way through narrow passageways. Near her destination she could see the warm glow of some torches.

It woke you too, child? Arramel asked, looking up and smiling as Mizzell entered a chamber. In the middle, half submerged in a shimmering silver pool, was a stone. It was exactly like the stone beneath the buildings of Lenzell and Associates, the stone from which Mizzell had burst forth through a portal, some months ago.

Now, veins of pink glowed along its face, the silvery liquid rippled violently like the stone was kicking and splashing.

They have opened a portal to Lymboss again, Mizzell said as she sat next to Arramel. The old lady put a wiry old arm around Mizzell's shoulders and gave a squeeze.

Yes, again. Arramel turned back to the stone and closed her eyes. Yizhibo himself has made the trip. I cannot tell what it is he is up to,

I'm quite sure it is no good. Mizzell said.

This stone was linked to the one in Old Darbeton, Arramel had told Mizzell when she had arrived months ago. It was how Arramel knew that she had arrived in this world. She had felt Mizzell's spirit cross through the portal between worlds. Mizzell was trying to learn how to read the stone, how to tell who crossed the portal, but found it very difficult.

How can you stand the buzzing in your head? Mizzell asked, rubbing at her temple with the heel of her hand.

It is that buzzing you need to concentrate on. You use that buzzing to focus on the stone. Arramel stood and went over to a small camp fire above which hung a kettle. It may take some time with you. You have not been in this world nearly as long as I. But as soon you can put your mind into the buzz, you will start to feel things, see things.

You can see images of Lymboss?

Sense them, more than see anything. I can sense when a life is taken for their spirit, and that gives me a brief flash of vision about where they are and what they are doing. She came back and handed Mizzell a mug of herbal tea.

I want to use this stone like they use theirs, Mizzell said, inhaling the aromatic steam. She knew this was a sedative, and she knew she would be sleeping long into the morning if she wasn’t careful.

I don’t know how they work that kind of magic, Arramel said. But even if I did, she looked around and sighed. I don’t think I would want to return. I am long since considered dead. I have a quiet life here, away from the politics, the court intrigue and border skirmishes of our homeland.

I don’t know. Mizzell looked out of the grotto in the direction of her tent. I came here for my brother, to return him home, but,

Arramel patted her on the knee. And you will, surely. I have never known you to give up on a chase once you have started. But do you think Navarr will want to return with you to Lymboss?

Mizzell shrugged. We haven't really discussed it. I think he thinks now that we are here, that the world has passed us by, forgotten us. He is so happy here, hunting and fighting with the others.

Mizzell gasped and grabbed at her temples as the buzzing suddenly increased. The tea crashed to the ground, the mug breaking into pieces. And then it suddenly stopped.

Perhaps it might be a good idea if the two of you left for a while? Go for a journey into the mountains. Get some time alone, talk to him about what you need. Maybe if he is out of The Glade his head might be clearer? Yours too? Arramel said, helping Mizzell to her feet. She pressed another mug of tea into her hand. Drink this and sleep in. Breakfast will be waiting for you whenever you are ready.

Thank you, Grandmother, Mizzell said, resting her forehead upon Arramel's.

Off you go, Arramel said with a playful swipe at Mizzell's behind.

Her shoes crunched on the gravel path leading back to the large tent that she shared with Navarr. She had to admit to herself that she too was happy here. Life had been peaceful since they had arrived. The weather was unnaturally mild, this deep into the mountains, something Arramel attributed to the rock. She was learning the sign language of the Mountain Men, and she was teaching them some basic magic skills. It seemed like the Mountain Men had magic running in their blood.

Navarr could only do basic glyph magic, he just didn’t have the mind or talent for it. But he was becoming quite the swordsman and, Mizzell had to admit, quite the man. Living out here, working and training, had put some muscle onto his previously scrawny frame. His hair had grown longer, but his facial hair had amusingly not grown much past stubble. The scars on his face made him look ruggedly handsome, but she could also see it made him, not sad, but there was something haunting him about it.

She stopped outside her tent and looked back towards the giant peak which dominated the skyline, Watchover. The snow , coloured blue by the moon, Kaygen, made her think the whole mountain was made of solid ice, rather than snow.

Then she saw a silhouette of a dragon shoot quickly across the mountain face. A faint roar echoed across the ranges followed by a distant flash of orange. She had noted the dragon more often of late, especially when the rock was active and her head buzzed. Arramel had been politely quiet on the topic of this dragon and Mizzell respected that but still, Mizzell had her theories.

She shook the remaining tea from her mug and crawled into the tent. Navarr had spread across the bed in her absence but he had stopped snoring. She crawled under his arm, snuggled backwards, and was asleep in moments.

Grey clouds had rushed up from the south during the early hours of the morning. Navarr could smell rain on the winds and it was bitterly cold. He would have stayed in bed with Mizzell, except his bladder had demanded his attention.

So now he was standing away from the tents and the cooking huts with some of the Mountain Men who shared The Glade. Most of the residents were refugees from villages which had been destroyed by Slaver attacks. Arramel was encouraging them to fight back, to form a new tribe and to move on, but there was something holding them back. They spoke of monsters which attacked them and made them afraid, ashamed. They felt that they could no longer be warriors for a tribe.

Navarr found it all honourable, but ridiculous. However, they were approachable and friendly enough to him and Mizzell. He had become quite adept at their sign language, and they had helped him improve his martial arts.

They were out trying to find some wild grouse for lunch. The hunting party consisted of four Mountain Men and Navarr. Two of the blue giants had bows drawn and were tracking what they thought were some birds in the undergrowth. Navarr had a rock nestled in the leather of his sling, hanging casually in his hand by his hip.

The four blue men chatted quietly amongst themselves and then went silent. Kedd, bow drawn taut, tracked some movement and let fly with a 'thrum' of the bow string. There was a wild screech as he pinned a bird to a tree trunk by its wing. Moments later a second arrow struck the bird in the chest putting it out of its misery.

This commotion drew more birds from the brush. Navarr sighted one madly flapping away from a tree. He wound up, flicked and the bird spiralled out of the sky.

One shot, did you see? Navarr asked with a flick of his fingers.

If it came to a warrior, I will take my bow over your stones any day, Kedd replied with a friendly nudge.

They returned with a brace of seven birds to the cooking area. The women started to pluck the birds and sent the men out to grab eggs and vegetables for the cooking.

Mizzell appeared later in the morning. Navarr smiled and embraced her, trying to hug the warmth out of her.

Did you get that buzz in your head again? Navarr asked. I could smell the tea on you this morning.

Mizzell nodded. Yes. Yizhibo is travelling to Lymboss again. She drew Navarr aside and sat on a rock close by. I want to find out why. I need to know why he is going back and forth.

We can't go back to the city yet, you know that.

No, I don’t know that, Mizzell frowned. "You tell me that, but I don’t know that. You can’t tell me that we wont find my brother, that we won’t be able to escape home. You don’t want to go back to the city. You want to stay here, and keep me with you.

If you go back to the city and they can feel you, just like you can feel them, I am quite sure they will find you and kill you. Navarr took her hand in his. And I can’t have that.

Well I can't just sit here doing nothing. I need to be,

Why don't the two of you go for a walk? Arramel interrupted, coming over with a bowl of porridge for Mizzell. I would like some mountain herbs for my gardens, now that the weather is turning.

A walk? Navarr asked.

A long walk. Pack a tent, Arramel said. She is getting under my skin, she needs to get out. I would also like you to check on a couple of tribes for me. I have not heard from them and with the weather turning, I fear the Slavers will return. I want the tribes aware and in hiding before they get here.

Shall we bring some of the boys? Navarr asked, thumbing over to where his friends were in deep conversation over a bowl of porridge.

I think that would be for the best, yes.

When shall we leave?

This morning, Arramel said, and smiled.

The sun, Dajed, had climbed over the peaks to the east and the temperature was beginning to rise when Navarr dumped his and hers rucksacks on the ground. They were the same ones bought from Innes some months ago. There were a few repairs and stitched up corners, but all in all they had survived remarkably well.

They were now stuffed full of food and clothes, with a sleeping roll and swag tied to the bottom.

Two Mountain Men were joining them on their hike, Kedd and Dal, the two who carried Navarr to The Glade after the attack by Ash, his team, and the dragon.

I think I saw the same dragon last night, Mizzell said as she shouldered her rucksack. Right after the buzzing stopped.

Has Arramel said anything about how she managed to just shoo him away after the attack?

Mizzell shook her head. I asked a couple of times, but she refused to answer. I didn't push it further.

She is hiding something from us, I know it, Navarr shrugged himself into the rucksack.

If she is not telling us, me, then there is a good reason. She is my family. I can feel her like I feel my brother. I cannot feel any malice or want to harm us from her.

But you don’t like her not telling you why we can’t just go back to Old Darbeton?

Mizzell hmphed and turned westward and started to walk.

"Did you upset her again?" Kedd asked as he came to stand with Navarr.

"I think this walk will do her good," Navarr replied in sign.

"It is not a walk, Kedd signed back. We are going to check on villagers and bring supplies back to Lady."

Navarr smiled at him. "This sign of yours doesn't get across humour. I made a joke."

"But I didn’t laugh," Kedd said. Then he winked and followed behind Mizzell.

Be careful, Arramel said, catching Navarr by surprise.

Navarr patted down his sword and his side arm. "I'm armed and ready for anything which comes along. We have these two with us, we should be fine.

You should come back to me in a week. Grizzle and Ruse will be coming to visit us in about a week's time. They always come to visit at the turn of the season.

I thought they could never remember this place. Navarr said.

They don’t. They just know to meet at the place we met you. But I think it would be good for both of you to meet them.

Right, okay, Navarr gave her a hug. One week and we will be back.

Once outside The Glade it was bitterly cold and blustery. Some quirk in the make-up of the mountain ranges and some help from the rock, it was assumed, kept the temperature in The Glade mild compared to outside. Navarr pulled his jacket in tight around him and his fur cap down his brow.

They had their breathers in their rucksacks, but months of living at this altitude had acclimatised them to the thin air. It would only be near the end of a hard day’s hike that they would need the assistance of them.

Soon after leaving, Arcun poked her rosy pink face up from behind the peaks, chasing Dajed across the skies. The party stopped for lunch at a well-used rest stop, an overhanging cliff with dry wood stored deep inside a cave. Over the years rocks had been collected and now there was a make shift table with stone stools arranged around it.

Navarr commented that it offered the best view of any restaurant he had ever eaten in, before admitting he hadn’t eaten in many during his lifetime. Two distinct mountain ranges, the Sunder Mountains, which they were currently in, and the Western Reach Mountains, merged in the distance. It was a clear day and they could see where the ranges met, even if it was a tiny bit hazy.

Where there would normally be a valley between two mountain ranges, here there just seemed to be smaller mountains. Kedd told them that Minotaurs roamed in the valleys lower down between the ranges. He didn’t like Minotaurs. He'd never fought any, but he had heard stories about them.

So, tell me about the dragon, Navarr said as he took a drink from his canteen to wash down some camp bread.

I have seen it a couple of times when the rock has been active. I think he is linked to it somehow, but Arramel won’t tell me.

"Lady says not to hunt the dragon, not to shoot it with bow and arrow," Dal signed at them. "Lady says the dragon is not friend but ally?"

"She said that to you? Mizzell asked, and Dal nodded. That is more than she ever said to me."

Or me, Navarr said.

Dal shrugged and made ready to leave. Navarr finished off the rest of his camp bread and stretched as he stood.

"I am not afraid of the dragon, Kedd signed at them as he stood ready to leave. The wildlings that hunt in packs, they hunt and kill us. But the very big ones do not. So I am not afraid of them."

It is the same dragon that followed us all the way from Tabletop, isn’t it? Navarr asked.

I would assume so. It followed us and took down Ash's ship. Then followed us into the mountains and helped defeat him. But why is it still around?

Maybe we will be lucky enough to ask it one day?

Mizzell chuckled, punched Navarr on the arm and headed off.

They made camp beneath a large tree. It was a common camp ground amongst the mountain tribes and lay in a grotto protected from the elements. Kedd had a fire going in moments while Dal went in search of dinner.

Mizzell and Navarr rested for a time before taking their breathers off.

It has been a long time since I walked so far with so much stuff on my back, Navarr said, wincing and trying to stretch his back.

I thought you were getting fit with the boys, all that sword craft and fighting, Mizzell said playfully.

Yeah, I am but you don’t fight with a rucksack on.

Perhaps you should start?

Soon, the two of them were scrounging around the shallow valley where they were camped, looking for the herb Mountain Hair. It grew on rocky outcroppings and dangled down in fine strands, blowing in the wind. If you had enough of it in one place, it would look like the mountainside had a rich head of hair.

It is actually good to get out of The Glade, Navarr said as he cut some strands of hair off just above the rock line so it could regrow. I think I have found peace there,

I haven't, Mizzell said, with a quick snip of her knife.

Navarr sighed. Okay then. How are we going to go back to the city and get your brother?

You don’t think we can.

Navarr held her arm to stop her cutting. No, I don’t. I don’t think the two of us can pull it off. But you're not going to rest until it has happened, so let’s talk about ways we could do it. Any crazy idea will do, okay?

I don’t want crazy ideas, Mizzell shook her arm free and moved along the rock wall. I want actual plans.

Oh really? How about the first plan you came up with? Just walking into the factory and grabbing him?

Mizzell said nothing but her cutting became a little bit more violent.

It was only the crazy plan of running to the dock yard and falling onto the Cornwallis that got us out of there. It was only the crazy intervention of a Great Dragon which saved us at the last. So, why not think of as many crazy plans as you can, and let’s see which ones work the best?

I think you're just saying this to annoy me.

Not entirely, Navarr replied with a wink.

Mizzell growled at him and continued to cut.

For example, you think Ennarris is being held at the factory.

That is where I felt him the strongest, yes.

So we need a way to get into Lenzell and Associates and get out again once we find him. Have you ever thought about learning how to use the rock in The Glade to get to Lymboss, and then back through the portal in the factory?

Mizzell paused and tilted her head thoughtfully. I like the plan, but how do we learn to do that?

We could kidnap one of the Cabal and make them tell us.

But how do we do that?

I don’t know, sneak into the city somehow, and ally with the Royal Family, maybe?

They want to study me, use me against Lenzell, find the technology and use it for themselves, Mizzell said and started cutting away at the Mountain Hair again.

Well, we both want the same thing. I'm just saying, perhaps an alliance with the Royal Family might be a way we can get your brother and bring down Lenzell and his Cabal.

It’s not so crazy, Mizzell said, after some time to think about it. We make contact with that bird man.

Prince Malco, of The Ravens.

Yes. Him. I've touched his mind, I am sure we can guarantee his cooperation. We use him and his spies to kidnap one or more of the Cabal. Mizzell turned to Navarr and excitedly poked him with the tip of her knife. We bring them to The Glade, force them to open a portal for us, and then to open one back into the factory itself.

Right, Navarr said, gently tapping the knife point away.

I can contact my family, my father can gather his armies and we can bring the factory to the ground,

Woah, hold on there for a moment, Miz. You do not want to invade this world.

She looked up at him with a spark of hope and a spark of anger in her eyes. When my father discovers what has been going on, not even I can stop him from wanting to reap revenge on the world which has stolen his people.

This world did not steal his people. A select number of crazy and powerful people, led by one of your own, stole your people.

Mizzell dropped her head and slumped. I know. I am sorry.

Navarr stepped up and hugged her.

It’s just, you don’t know what it is like when your own people are taken from you, stolen by strangers on another world. You just think the whole world deserves to suffer.

"I know what it is like, Dal said to them as he walked up, a brace of hares over his shoulder. My village was attacked by sky monsters."

"Slavers?" Navarr asked, using the one hand motion known throughout the entire Mountain Clans, a thumb drawn across the chest.

Dal shook his head. "The Lady says they were Slavers, but to us, they were monsters from the sky."

Navarr and Mizzell looked to each other with confused looks on their faces.

"Come, let’s eat," Dal said, and led them back to camp.

Navarr had forgotten what it was like to sleep rough and camp. Where he and Mizzell shared a tent in The Glade, that was a larger affair with feather stuffed mattresses and cushions to keep them comfortable.

Here, he woke with a stiff back and shoulders. He did some stretching, but was ruing putting his rucksack on.

Getting soft, are we? Mizzell asked, giving his lower back a quick rub.

Breakfast was hard bread with rabbit fat and cold meat. They at least had some good strong tea to perk them up for the walk ahead.

"Today we will reach the camp for the People of the Face, Kedd told them after they had broken camp. The monster attacked them three seasons ago. The Lady wants me to take a message to their leader, Garl, asking him to bring his tribe to The Glade."

"Do you think he will?" Navarr asked.

Kedd shook his head. "Garl was ashamed when the monster attacked. He could not protect his tribe. He has refused to leave the Face until he had defeated the monster."

"Can he do it?" Navarr asked.

"What happens when this monster attacks?" Mizzell added.

"You hear it before you see it. It throws its voice across the mountains, a terrifying screeching noise. It hurts your ears, makes you dizzy, fall down." Kedd said.

"Just from its voice?"

Kedd nodded. "And then it appears above you. It is terrifying. It reaches out with tentacles and just snatches you away."

Kedd shuddered.

"And you survived?" Mizzell asked.

"I stumbled over a rock and blacked out. I woke up and most of the men, the warriors, had been taken. Most of my clan brothers were gone. We knew of the Lady and we moved."

"I have never heard of such a beast, Navarr said, helping Mizzell step over a fallen log across the trail. I have heard of most of the beasts which live in these mountains, rocs and goblins and the trolls higher up. But never anything like what you have described."

"And I hope you don’t meet it either. Dal signed at them. My clan suffered much like Kedd's. I was ashamed at my fear and vowed to hunt the beast down. I tracked it to the next village but again, succumbed to the fear. It is not the way for a Clansman to be afraid of anything."

The walk continued in silence for some time.

Dajed had dropped below the peaks by the time the party walked around a corner and saw the Face. Navarr and Mizzell were always finding something awesome and magnificent about the mountain ranges. But this possibly paled in comparison to a lot.

It looked like someone had sheared away the side of a mountain, exposing pale white flesh beneath. Navarr looked down and the cliff face fell a long way below them. Some underground rivers, exposed to the sheer face, tumbled out and fell down the cliff and wreathed the base in a whirling mist. It was at least three boat lengths wide and extended above them for some way.

Dark holes on the Face itself showed entrances into the mountain. Movement along ropes and board walks showed that it was a vibrant community.

That is amazing, Mizzell finally said when her voice returned to her.

"I agree, Dal said to them. It is one of the most important clans in the mountains. They were very powerful before the monsters attacked."

So, because they are so powerful, you don’t think they will leave?

Dal shook his head. "Would you leave this place? If you lived here would you think you were in any danger?"

I can see your point. So the whole clan lives in the cliff face? In the mountain side?

Dal nodded. "There are houses on top of the cliff, but the most important people are inside. Halls and caverns go far back into the side of the mountain."

It looks like a whole side fell off the mountain, Navarr said.

"It did. Stories say there was a great storm and the skies struck down and ripped the mountain away, threw it down like it was nothing."

That is amazing.

"Come, let us get inside before it gets dark."

The four of them hustled along the path. It lead up to a guard post where two giant blue men, faces and bodies painted white in intimidating tribal designs, stood with spears as thick as Navarr's forearms.

They spoke in their language to Dal and Kedd. Navarr was picking up a few words, formal greeting words, and then something about cowardice? He saw Kedd flinch, just briefly, and the muscles in his jaw tense.

The words 'The Lady' were repeated often, and eventually they were let inside. Mizzell and Navarr, both more than a head shorter than all but the youngest, were watched with arrogant disdain. One warrior shouldered past Navarr. Navarr nearly crashed to the ground, but Dal caught his arm and lifted him back to his feet. Navarr turned and flicked his fingers in a slang word taught to him right at the beginning of his language lessons. Dal chuckled but slapped his hands silent.

They entered a hall with, what Navarr thought were, high ceilings. Crystals immersed in clear globes of water gave off a strong white light. A lot of the big blue Mountain Men and women, all armed with blades and spears, stood around the walls watching the four visitors with scowls on their faces.

And standing at the head of the room was the meanest looking Mountain Man Navarr had ever seen. A leather thong was wrapped over his right eye, barely hiding a nasty scar. Around his neck hung a string of teeth, so large he could only assume that they were dragon teeth. Leaning against the wall behind him was a double bladed staff, except the blades were rune-carved dragon claws. This was truly a fearsome Chieftain.

Navarr and Mizzell were introduced and were then asked to leave. Navarr was about to argue the point but Mizzell led him away. A female, armed and marked in the white of a warrior, led them to a room with a view out from the Face. She said nothing and told them nothing as she left.

That is a bit rude, Navarr said, pouring some water for Mizzell and himself. There was a bowl of fruits as well, from which he grabbed an apple.

This is not our place. Think about it, if we turned up in the city with those two, to talk about something do you think they would be asked to wait outside?

I don't know. He stepped through the window and found a seat on a roughly hewn balcony. Well, at least the view is nice. Although, and he grabbed his breather. The air is a little cold and thin up here.

Mizzell put her breather on and grabbed their goggles. It will be dark soon. These will help you see. I have been thinking about our plan for rescuing my brother.

Of course you have, Navarr said, watching as the last of the pale pink light from Arcun lit up the sky.

We need a way to guarantee that the Royal Family would not take advantage of my people like Lenzell have.

Of course.

But if we ask for their help and then give them nothing, no technology and most definitely no spirits from my people to power their machines, do you think they will want to help us?

I am sure if we tell them that they cannot have the spirits of your people and that if they tried to do what Yizhibo and the Cabal have done, in enslaving your people, well, you know, you might bring an army in to right the wrongs. How about we keep it simple. We ask the Royal Family to help us take down Lenzell, and rescue people from another world, then you, and your family, would be very grateful, Navarr