“Don’t thank her yet.” Aedion shoved the
letter into the pocket of the thick cloak he
wore against the draft in the hall. Don’t thank
her at all, he almost added. “On their way to
Eldrys, Morath took out ten of Wendlyn’s
warships near Ilium, and sent the rest fleeing
back up the Florine, along with our own.”
Murtaugh rubbed his jaw. “Why not give
chase—follow them up the river?”
“Who knows?” Aedion would think on it
later. “Erawan set his sights on Eldrys, and so
he has now taken the city. He seems inclined
to launch some of his troops from there. If
unchecked, they’ll reach Orynth in a week.”
“We have to return to the camp,” Ren said,
face dark. “See if we can get our fleet back
down the Florine and strike with Rolfe from
the sea. While we hammer from the land.”
Aedion didn’t feel like reminding them
that they hadn’t heard from Rolfe beyond
lily
(lily)
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