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daughter had given birth to a son just this past
winter.
Elgan growled. “I’d like to see you wield a
sword so well when you’re my age, boy.”
Then he was gone, aiming for a campfire
that held several other older commanders and
captains. They noticed Aedion’s attention and
lifted their mugs in salute.
Aedion only inclined his head, and
continued on.
“Aedion.”
He’d know that voice if he were blind.
Lysandra stepped from behind a tent, her
face clean despite her muddy clothes.
He halted, finally feeling the weight of the
dirt and gore on himself. “What.”
She ignored his tone. “I could fly to
Darrow tonight. Give him whatever message
you want.”
“He wants us to move the army back to