Chapter 16Dan-Tor stared out into the greyness that encompassed Narsindalvak. The garish light from the globes illuminating the room turned the slowly swirling mist outside the window a pallid white. At the Ffyrst’s feet was a small constellation of dull red stars where his blood had dripped from the barbed end of Hawklan’s arrow still protruding from his side.
Behind him, Urssain and Aelang stood silent and watchful; like the Mathidrin as a whole, loath to be there but bound to him more than ever.
‘How serious is this?’ Dan-Tor asked eventually, without turning round.
The two men exchanged a glance. ‘Very serious, Ffyrst,’ Aelang said. ‘We think that commanders Faron and Groniev are committed to it — and most of their senior officers. Their men will follow them almost certainly, of cou
