“I thought you said all were not killed.”
“Inside. Those outside the castle at the time of the curse were killed at once.”
Roland frowned and stayed with a hand on Magnus’s arm when he would continue to enter the castle. “What of this curse, Magnus? If we step inside will this curse affect us?”
“I do not believe so.”
“But you know not for sure?”
Magnus shrugged. “Anything is possible, your highness.”
He resisted rolling his eyes. “Very well. Let us go.”
Though he was in no particular hurry to be cursed, Roland didn’t want to delay this part of his quest any longer. There was no telling when the dragon might decide it was up for round two and be back.
“Why does not Veronious send men here to stop us from obtaining the sword?” he asked.
“Why waste an army of men when thorny vines and a terrible dragon will do the trick for you?”
Made sense, so Roland simply nodded. They paused just inside the entrance, the air thick and heavy with dread.