His heart told him that she would be somewhere atop thewalls, commanding her remaining consuls. Dressed all in blackand with a black scarf tied across his lower face, he was heading straight for Rafe’s back. After his troops had returned with newly constructed litters, they’d loaded the dead, then flownback to the base camp. A lovely landscape mural covered every wall.
Luxuriating inthe sun’s warmth, Tristan nearly forgot his troubles as he simply relished being alive. “What would you have them do?”Gunther asked Tristan. Tristan, her mind whispered. “From your flying warriors,” she answered.
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