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make of the host?
“We have allies in the city,” Gavriel
offered. “We could try to make contact. Learn
where Maeve is, what the host rallied here to
do. If there’s been any mention of Aelin.”
Rowan’s uncle, Ellys, the head of their
House, had remained when Maeve’s armada
had sailed. A hard male, a smart male, but a
loyal one. He’d trained Enda in his image, to
be a sharp-minded courtier. But he’d also
trained Rowan when he could, giving him
some of his first lessons in swordplay. He’d
grown up in his uncle’s household, and it had
been the only home he’d known until he’d
found that mountain. But would Ellys’s
loyalty skew toward Maeve or to their own
bloodline, especially in the wake of the House
of Whitethorn’s betrayal in Eyllwe?
His uncle might already be dead. Maeve
might have punished him on behalf of all the