muttered back, tracking his target with the tip
of his arrow as he awaited Chaol’s order.
If Aelin didn’t arrive within another
moment, he’d have to leave the battlements to
find her. What in hell had held her up?
Lorcan drew his ancient blade, which
Rowan had witnessed felling soldiers in
kingdoms far from here, in wars far longer
than this one. “They’ll head for the gates
when that siege tower docks,” Lorcan said,
glancing from the battlements to the gate a
level below, the small bastion of men in front
of it. Trees had been felled to prop up the
metal doors, but should a solid enough group
of enemy soldiers swarm it, they might get
those supports and the heavy locks down
within minutes. And open the gates to the
hordes beyond.
“We don’t let them get that far,” Rowan
said, eyeing up the massive tower lumbering
lily
(lily)
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