Lucius pulled his cloak back over his head as he stared at the bridge and the abyss below it.
“Lucius?” Dagon was at his side.
The others watched, curious, from the torchlight of the courtyard where they waited to follow the path up to the summit.
“My friend?” Dagon said. “I’m remembering too.”
Lucius looked at him, and Dagon stepped back a little upon seeing the anger etched upon his face.
“A lot of blood was spilled here, I know. And I can still see you running from that hall after him… It was one of the bravest things I’ve seen any man do, to run after a god like that.”
“Sometimes, I wish I hadn’t,” Lucius said. “Things might have been different.”
Dagon shook his head. “You know that’s not true. You made a truce with at least one enemy that night.”
“But there are more,” Lucius s
