CHAPTER THIRTY
Plans were made according to Arlown’s instructions. A call went out to all cities and towns to muster troops and militia. Local militias were to take over and all troops were to depart immediately for Sanisse-Miriel.
Brian had finally been presented with Arlown’s gift, which had turned out to be armor to match his sword: a long-sleeved chain mail tunic with a steel cuirass. The breastplate of the cuirass was inlaid with a phoenix in ectalon stone of bright blue at the center of an enameled yellow and red starburst pattern.
“Getting used to that armor yet?” Riley asked him after breakfast. They walked in one of the many gardened courtyards of the palace. They walked alone, their ever-present guards waiting at the edge of the courtyard.
“No.” Brian pulled at the breastplat
