"You are lying to me." One more time.
Rowan spoke softly. He stood outside his father's private study, which he rarely visited. Bram Blackclaw looked up from his campaign plan, exhausted and impatient.
War is my topic, Rowan. It's not daycare.If you have nothing relevant to say, quit."
Rowan entered through the door. "I'm not discussing war," he replied. Stress and smoke filled the air. I'll discuss messages. People entering and leaving the West Keep. At night.
The man's face was still. "The West Keep is a mess." Closed for a long time.
Rowan said, "I saw the light," his heart racing. He was haunted by his actions and couldn't sleep. Three nights of strolling over the high battlements had shown a single moving light from a torch in the distant keep on the western crag, supposed to be
