Chapter 33Kallan stared at the imperfect sliver of moon with her burning eyes swollen red. She tucked her legs tighter to her chest as she sat, curled up in her chair and wrapped in the blanket, too stiff to look down, and too far to see Joren at the Southern Keep where he waited atop his steed, peering toward Gunir.
The gates of the Southern Keep flew open as a ruckus ensued, giving heart to the thousands of troops who rode out from the stables. At Joren's side, Roald—a wide-shouldered Ljosalfr, as boisterous as Bergen was sly—joined him. His wild black hair flowed down his shoulders. His grand voice released the order, calling his men to order and Joren watched as they fell into line, riding out behind Roald. Buried in the shadows and unseen by all, a Dani crouched in the dark with his
