Chapter Thirty-OneMaeve's heart pounded a frantic tattoo as the horrific scene unfolded before her. A dozen things seemed to happen all at once, slowing time to a snail's pace.
The arrow left Agedor's bow. Eight others, fired by the line of the Prince's men, followed within moments. King Aridor and his men attempted to dodge or block them, but at such short range, they could not avoid their inevitable fate.
Maeve threw herself into her merych's saddle, spurring the beast into motion. Vaxi screamed “Sen!” at the top of her lungs while kicking her mount's flanks.
Sen, who had been standing several yards behind the King, sat frozen atop his merych. The deadly volley hadn't been aimed at him. All he could do was watch as his liege was slammed back in his saddle as first one, then another ar
