Ristéard focused on the sound of Ricki’s footsteps. He knew what Andras was capable of. After all, they had trained together since they were ten. What he had not expected was his former friend’s deviousness. Now, small things that had happened over the years began to make sense.
Andras’ family had been quiet, withdrawn, during their years in captivity, yet Andras had sought him out. There had been two occasions when he had been with Andras when he had almost died. Both times, Andras had been with him, before disappearing. The first time had been when a narrow footbridge made from wood and rope had snapped as he was going across. Andras had been in the lead, but had stopped. He had told Ristéard to go ahead, that he would catch up.
The bridge had snapped when Ristéard was half way across
