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He’d seen the numbers camped outside.
Valg, human men loyal to Erawan, some fell
beasts, yet nothing like the ilken or the
Wyrdhounds, or even the witches.
Aelin could wipe them away before the sun
had fully risen. A few blasts of her power, and
that army would be gone.
Yet she had not presented it as an option in
their planning last night.
He’d seen the hope shining in the eyes of
the people in the keep, the awe of the children
as she’d passed. The Fire-Bringer, they’d
whispered. Aelin of the Wildfire.
How soon would that awe and hope
crumble today when not a spark of that fire
was unleashed? How soon would the men’s
fear turn rank when the Queen of Terrasen did
not wipe away Morath’s legions?
He hadn’t been able to ask her. Had told
himself to, had roared at himself to ask these