Chapter Forty-SixMizar tried to keep his breath steady and his heart from racing. For the tenth time in the last hour, he wished he still possessed the power of divination. Knowledge of how the imminent drama would conclude, however, was a tool now lost to him.
King Aridor, crown adorning his head once again, stood on a raised dais next to Prince Warran, King Torvin, Prince Zendak, and General Marat. None spoke, their eyes fixed upon the door at the far end of the Great Hall. Mizar cast a sidelong glance at Kelia, who stood near the wall with Maeve, Nyla, Vaxi, and Rahne. He was relieved to see the Protectress had regained much of her strength.
Like his liege, Mizar had spent the last two days recovering from the injuries he sustained during the battle and the events leading up to it. Ly
