Chapter Eighteen
Divide and Conquer
Barlo frowned. “The blade that killed you?” Iarion had given himself over to the Quenya at the end of his previous life... “Oh! You must mean it was the knife that killed you as Alfialys. Saviadro’s blade.” His gaze was drawn to Lodariel. “That’s why it sounded familiar. I saw Saviadro use it to kill Lodariel back when she was Linwyn.” Lodariel shivered in acknowledgment.
“So where is it now?” Paige asked as her gaze darted from one elf to the other.
Lodariel gave a weak smile. “Don’t look at me, I was dead.”
“And I died shortly afterward,” Iarion said. “Barlo is the only other one of us who was there when Saviadro died.”
Barlo looked away for a moment. “I wasn’t exactly interested in a fancy knife at the time,” he said in a gruff voice. “My best f
