“A dragon army? But how did we not . . .” said the gray-bearded face of a small, but powerfully built warrior dressed in the colors of the House of Bujold as he entered the presence of the king.
The blue-eyed, blond-haired king looked first at the arriving count, then at his aides, before turning to look at me.
“Viratis! He was in charge of gathering information on our enemies as well as being in charge of the realm’s diplomatic needs. He has betrayed us!”
“Sire, Viratis changed the guard’s unit that manned the First Wall’s gate keep! If he has betrayed us, it could mean warriors loyal to him will hand the gate over to the enemy!” Count Bujold shouted as he turned and began running for the door. “I will rouse the First King’s Lancers and send them immediately!”
And so it came to pass t
