Chapter 13: Night of the Urts

As the army of Urts marched out the doors of Darkwood Castle and into the forest outside, Makuran resumed his pacing in the throne room. Kaston still hadn't returned, and Makuran was getting impatient. It was a simple order- kill his fool brother's correspondent and be on his merry way. *I'll have to give him quite a thrashing when he gets back, he mused.*

As luck would have it, Kaston appeared on the doorway of the throne room at that very instant. Makuran's eyes snapped up to face him. "You're late," he growled. "I trust you've finally ended his existence."

Kaston shook his head. "No, but I think-"

Makuran was on him at once, slamming him to the ground. "I gave you ONE order!" he roared. "ONE MISERABLE ORDER!"

"I have my reasons!" Kaston gasped. "Hear me out!"

Makuran backed up, trying to calm himself. *I've been entirely too quick to threaten him with death recently*, he mused silently. *Something to work on*. "Speak."