Chapter 58
It can’t be Sentry. I must be mistaken.
But the commander calls out again for his men to push the battering ram, and I know that it’s him.
Sentry walks back to the rear of the contraption and hops off. He mounts a horse behind the men pushing the war machine and waits.
I suppose most people would call their progress slow. But my life has crawled at a glacial pace, and I’m having trouble wrapping my mind around how fast life is changing.
The battering ram shoves through the brambles in the courtyard at an alarming speed. At this rate, they’ll be through the courtyard in less than an hour.
I reel at the thought. In less than an hour, they’ll be at my tower.
Out of instinct, I try to turn into a large bird so I can fly and get a better look at what the soldiers are doing. Bu
