Nearly died against our enemies. I didn’t see
any of you bothering to do the same.”
The group of old lords frowned with
distaste. Yet it was Darrow who shifted in his
seat—slightly. As if Aedion had struck upon a
festering wound. “To be too old to fight,”
Darrow said quietly, “while younger men and
women die is not as easy as you would think,
Aedion.” He glanced down, to the nameless
sword at Aedion’s side. “It is not easy at all.”
Aedion debated telling him to ask the
people who’d died if that wasn’t easy, either,
but Prince Galan cleared his throat. “What
preparations are under way for a siege?”
The Terrasen lords didn’t seem to
appreciate being questioned, but they opened
their hateful mouths and spoke.
An hour later, the others seen to their rooms,
then to baths and hot meals, Aedion found