Tristan held his breath as he watched the wizards and sorceresscharge inside. She would have no lack of suitors tonight,and for that he was glad. Satisfied that his base camp troops had hunted down enough food and found a potable watersupply, Traax had ordered twenty-five warriors to return with him to the pass. Understanding his intent,she smiled back, then returned her gaze to Aeolus.
Pieces of Faegan’s chair lay scattered acrossthe floor, some of them lying in pools of blood. “Steady…”Forty meters to the Recluse, Tristan guessed. From his hiding place atop the hill, Einar smiled. If the fates allowed, he mightbecome a father, as well.
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