“The Master Scholars grabbed the books
when Adarlan invaded,” Darrow said, smiling
sadly at the kingsflame. “I grabbed this.”
The antler throne, the crown—all of it
destroyed. Save for this one treasure, as great
as any belonging to the Galathynius
household.
“It’s very beautiful,” Evangeline said,
coming up to the desk. “But very small.”
Lysandra could have sworn the old man’s
lips twitched toward a smile. “It is indeed,”
Darrow said. “And so are you.”
She didn’t expect the softening of his
voice, the kindness. And didn’t expect his
next words, either.
“Battle will be upon us before midday,”
Darrow said to Evangeline. “I find that I will
have need for someone of quick wit and
quicker feet to assist me here. To run
messages to our commanders in this castle,
lily
(lily)
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