Chapter Forty-FiveMaeve hadn't even looked back as she rode away from Emperitus Field. Every hoof beat brought another jarring pain to her sore body, which had taken such a pounding that she wondered if even her healing ability would be able to restore her to full strength. Only desperation and adrenaline kept her upright.
Aridor and Mizar, similarly fatigued, kept pace as they escorted her through Castle Randar's entryway. A contingent of soldiers, along with Nyla and Rahne, followed them in. Aridor's order to the few guards manning the battlements to have the Great Hall prepared to receive a host of wounded barely registered with her.
There had been no distant rumble to herald the massive tremor; in fact, there had been no warning at all. It was as if someone had taken the entire plane
