Chapter Twenty-Seven“If that is Melcorka's sword, where is Melcorka?” Bradan repeated.
“Would she willingly part with her sword?” Astrid watched as Chattan and the women strode along the corridor.
Bradan shook his head. “No.”
“Then she is dead.” Astrid said.
“No.” Bradan said. “Melcorka is not dead.”
“Nobody is invulnerable,” Astrid said. “For every warrior, there is somebody faster, more skilful or luckier.”
“I want to find Melcorka.” Bradan said.
“You might not even find her body,” Astrid said. “I think we should retrieve Melcorka's sword. If it is as powerful as I've heard, it will help us get out of here.”
Bradan watched as Chattan carried the sword away, with his women clustered around him. “We'll follow Chattan. If we are lucky, he may tell us where Melcorka is.”
They had no
