Chapter Thirty-Two
Marl had them up before the sun. He wanted to make it to Tarnton Baston before mid-day. He had once known some soldiers there and hoped they’d know something about the dragon. One could see the Fog from the baston’s tower. If a red dragon had been flying around, they would know it.
From a distance, he could tell that something was up. The last time he’d been to Tarnton, there had been dozens of tents, a building for the blacksmith, and an archery range. What he saw now, was a burned-out shell that must have been the smithy, and black charred land all around.
“Kal and Callista, bows out, arrow nocked, and get behind us. Rhysdan down the right, Elora take up the left. Matilda, you ride behind me and start playing. If the guys in that tower are alive, they’ll be pretty e
