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Hadn’t said a single word.
Chaol cast a sidelong glance at the man
staring toward the army whose fires began
winking out one by one under the rising light.
“They used the bone drums during the last
siege of Anielle,” his father said, not a tremor
in his voice. “Legend says they beat the drums
for three days and three nights before they
attacked, and that the city was so rife with
terror, so mad with sleeplessness, that they
didn’t stand a chance. Erawan’s armies and
beasts shredded them apart.”
“They did not have ruks fighting with them
then,” Chaol said.
“We’ll see how long they last.”
Chaol gritted his teeth. “If you do not have
hope, then your men will not last long,
either.”
His father stared toward the plain, the army
revealed with each minute.