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level, where the battering rams might come
flying through if Morath got desperate
enough.
On the level above them, Chaol sat astride
his magnificent black horse, the mare’s breath
curling from her nostrils. Rowan lifted a hand
in greeting, and Chaol saluted back before
gazing toward the enemy army.
The khaganate would make the first
maneuver, the initial push to get Morath
moving.
“I always forget how much I hate this
part,” Fenrys muttered. “The waiting before it
begins.”
Rowan grunted his agreement.
Gavriel prowled up to them, Lorcan a dark
storm behind him. Rowan wordlessly handed
the latter the armor he’d gathered. “Courtesy
of the Lord of Anielle.”
Lorcan gave him a look that said he knew