Chapter 22
ISANDOR TRIED to run, but he never had a chance.
The Knights had blindfolded him and tied his arms behind his back before he could do anything. They pushed him out of the arena and through the crowd. As many people were cheering as shouting.
“Show them, show them!” a man yelled.
Show them what?
He struggled against the Knights’ hands. “Stop pushing. I can walk. Where are you taking me?”
“To the only place sorcerers belong,” the man holding him growled. “I hope you had a good look at the sky, because you won’t see it again.”
People around them were calling for the Queen, and then there were other voices from further away.
“Let the boy go, tyrants!”
“Down with the oppression!”
“Give us our houses back, and our businesses, and our money!”
“Death to Pirosian scum!”
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