Nathan
The fortress was full of life, so far away from the peace and quiet of the night before. Nathan could hear the servitude’s fast steps out of his chambers. He was seated on the seat at the head of the table in the council room, his look lost in the void, while the fortress was animated by the first daylight.
Master Nemet leaves a little before, after leaving him the letter which should be sent to Locrand, to king Kyros and his son, Athelstan.
Nathan put it in front of him on the elaborate table. He didn’t touch it, didn’t look at it, he was thinking.
The Neyers would have accepted by far that he himself went to court to bring the news or the body of their counselor himself. But Nathan couldn’t move or leave Sierra, not with his father like that.
The masters visited him that morn
