"Quite the opposite," Raori said coldly. "We've served Chulain longer than you, Aes, and know what to expect. He cares not how Cnos Fada is taken, so long as it is done thoroughly."
"You're fools," Aes said. The thought tickled him. "Do as you will. I will wait for MacKegan's arrival." He exited the tent. The silver elf started to follow, but Raori stopped him.
"We will need a tent," he said. "This one will do nicely." Even Duinn chuckled at the general's discomfort.
"I can't believe you killed those sorcerers!" Raori cried later, when night had fallen. The tale of Aramina’s confrontation with the three sorcerors had sobered him up considerably. He paced the tent tirelessly, alternately ranting and pulling anxiously at his bangs. Aramina sleepily curled into borrowed blankets and watche
