CHAPTER 87

Even moving as fast as they could, the
khagan’s army was too slow. Too slow, and
too large, to reach Terrasen in time.
In the week that they’d been pushing
northward, Aelin begging Oakwald, the Little
Folk, and Brannon for forgiveness as she
razed a path through the forest, they were only
just now nearing Endovier, and the border
mere miles beyond it. From there, if they were
lucky, it’d be another ten days to Orynth. And
would likely become a disaster if Morath had
kept forces stationed at Perranth after the
city’s capture.