Chapter 33Andawyr laid a hand on Hawklan’s arm as he reached for his sword, but all the others drew theirs.
‘I should prefer not to kill you all,’ said the voice ahead of them. ‘But the choice is yours.’
A solitary figure emerged from the mist, sword in hand.
It was Aelang.
As he walked forward, swaying shadows in the mist behind him darkened and slowly took form to reveal his Mandroc patrol.
Yatsu and the others slowly closed in front of Hawklan and Andawyr, but Jaldaric pushed past his companions and strode forward to stand in front of the Mathidrin, his sword levelled.
Aelang made no move other than to incline his head quizzically. ‘Ah,’ he said after a moment, his tone contemptuous. ‘I remember you. The solitary twig from Eldric’s creaking tree. Stand aside, child, I’m in no mood
