CHAPTER 102

They had cleared a small chamber near the
Great Hall for his viewing.
The room lit by whatever candles could be
spared, the ancient stones were cast in
flickering relief around the table where they’d
laid him.
Lysandra lingered in the doorway as she
gazed toward the sheet-draped body at the
back of the room.
Ren knelt before him, head bowed. As he
had done for hours now. Ever since word had
come at sundown that Murtaugh had fallen.
Hewn down by Valg foot soldiers as he