CHAPTER 11

“You’re sure of this?” His heart pounding,
Chaol braced a hand on the desk in the
quarters he shared with Yrene and pointed to
the map that Nesryn and Sartaq had spread
before them.
“The soldiers we questioned had been
given orders on where to rendezvous,” Sartaq
said from the other side of the desk, still clad
in his rukhin flying clothes. “They were far
enough behind the others that they would have
needed directions.”
Chaol rubbed a hand over his jaw. “And
you got a count on the army?”