Chapter Twenty-Four
Droo
She couldn’t sleep. The night’s events continued to play through her mind. And with each repetition, she noticed things she hadn’t before. Like the leather bracing on the Hasseen saddles. The sheen of the black paint reflecting in the torches’ light. The fine craftsmanship of the enemy swords.
Getting out of bed, she padded into the living area where the lanterns had been lowered but not extinguished, and brought up one of the lights. She took it over to a bench where the enemy weapons and saddles had been brought after the dead had been stripped and buried.
She picked up one sword to examine the hilt. The handle bore a knob at the end. The bulb gleamed from being constantly polished by its owner’s hand.
His hand rubbed the sword’s grip, the only sign of his
