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in their favor, Darrow would likely head back
to the capital.
Aedion glanced to Ren. “Do you think your
grandfather can persuade Darrow and the
other lords to press southward?”
War by committee. It was absurd. Every
choice he made, every battlefield he picked,
he had to argue for it. Convince them.
As if these troops weren’t for their queen,
hadn’t come for Aelin when she’d called. As
if the Bane served anyone else.
Ren blew out a breath toward the tent’s
high ceiling. A large space, but unadorned.
They hadn’t time or resources to furnish it
into a proper war tent, setting up only a cot, a
few braziers, and this table, along with a
copper tub behind a curtain in the rear. As
soon as this meeting was over, he’d find
someone to fill it for him.
Had Aelin been here, she might have