Chapter Thirty-Five
Marl stood at the door next to the mess hall. He looked up at the tower, and the archer who was keeping an eye on things gave a nod and smiled. Oritas’ men had bounced back nicely once they got some rest.
Matilda crossed the courtyard and asked, “Could I get you a cup of coffee?”
“I’m fine, thanks.”
“Do you mind if I have one and we talk?” she asked.
Marl opened the door and held it for her.
As she went off to put the coffee on, Marl thought about the state of things.
It had been three days, and they were getting into a routine. The dragon showed three or four times each day, mostly just circled, but occasionally sprayed fire down on the keep. Anything that could be burned, though, had been, so it did little additional damage.
Matilda returned. “It will be a lit
