Chapter 12

At the parapets, Tovin looked down over the northern face of the castle and frowned at what he saw. The night below him was alive with bonfires, their shadows flickering in the light and the trees. He couldn’t tell how large the army was, how many men he was up against, what weaponry they had…splashing in the moat told him their border had been breeched, and as he stood there, assessing the situation, one of the courtyard walls was pulled to the ground. “This is no good,” he muttered.

Berik laughed, a short, rough sound that scared him. “You wanted to fight,” he reminded Tovin. “Here’s your chance. They came knocking for you…shit.”