Chapter 32Rune peered down from his window into the black of night. Gunir slept soundly, leaving behind the light breeze and whistling winds. For hours he stood, staring at the night clearly ornamented with the cold light of the stars bristling around the last slice of moon that seemed to cling to the sky with all its hope.
He pushed a deep sigh through him and allowed his thoughts to wander to Kallan in her bower. He looked out over the rooftops that filled the bailey and stopped, tightening his brow. A lone, cloaked figure slipped through the courtyard. From this window, he identified Kallan's dainty swagger and, a moment later, was out the door, flying down the back steps to the Grand Hall.
Rune arrived in the courtyard just as the hem of Kallan's cloak vanished through the battlement
