“Has something happened to them?” said Aiden.
Tristan held up his hands.
Just then Arthur entered, flanked by Cuinn. Aiden and Tristan fell silent, watching as the two Captains crossed the Hall and joined the other Riders and Eagles. Aiden twisted his hands together. Tristan frowned. Arthur spoke to the group, but his voice was too low to hear. The Riders’ faces were impassive and Aiden was not familiar enough with Eagle expressions to know what they were thinking. A few minutes passed and then the group dispersed, walking and flying away with what Aiden could only describe as renewed purpose.
Cuinn walked towards them.
“There’s been a change of plans,” said Cuinn, handing Tristan a crumpled piece of paper. Tristan’s eyes scanned the paper and Aiden glanced at it over his shoulder. It
