"Take this message to Latyér Gron Vier," the prince ordered.
He approached the relay and announced his decision.
-13-A few hours' walk from the Western Wall, Gart was trembling. He stared at the sharp point of the dart, which was aimed at him. He began, as usual, to stammer and mumble random phrases in the hope of pitying his assailant.
One of the mercenaries pointed his sabre at Vlad's back, who stared motionless at the general in search of advice. Anael was still feeling the effects of the hurried journey and was trying to keep his distance from the fight.
"Now... very slowly... let us throw our weapons to the ground..." the general said in a firm, slow voice, inviting his companions to carry out the order.
Teroin, respectful of the orders given by his superiors, did not let him rep
