Chapter Twenty-Five
The Workaround
“Are you sure this will work?” Barlo asked, not for the first time.
He, Iarion, Golhura, and Telanadil were still camped out in the mountains, where they had spent seemingly endless hours going over their mad plan for escape in a polyglot of Elvish and Common.
Iarion sighed. “We’ve been over this. What other choice do we have? Unless you’re having second thoughts about making a deal with Felara...”
“No!” The word erupted from Barlo’s lips. “I would sooner saw off my own beard, if I thought it might help.” He lowered his voice. “But are you sure about him? He could be one of her spies.”
Telanadil stood near the mountain ledge, stretching his feathered wings.
“He guards his honor fiercely,” Iarion said, following the line of Barlo’s gaze to give the
