join Chaol by the second siege tower.
Chaol’s sword arm didn’t falter, despite the
exhaustion that began to creep up as an hour,
then two passed. Far across the sea of enemy
soldiers, the rukhin and Darghan armies
herded and smashed Morath between their
forces, driving them toward the keep walls.
Morath, it seemed, did not think to
surrender. Only to inflict destruction, to break
into the keep and slaughter as many as they
could before meeting their end.
His shield bloodied and dented, his horse a
raging demon herself beneath him, Chaol kept
swinging his sword. His wife lay within the
keep behind him. He would not fail her.
Nesryn ran out of arrows too soon.
Morath did not flee, even with the might of
the Darghan riders and the foot soldiers upon
them. So they slowly advanced, leaving