TWENTY-ONE
Brida
SPRING 966 MC
The lone candle in the room sputtered, shadows dancing across the wall. Brida stepped closer to the flame, where six Clansfolk huddled around the meagre light.
"This is all your fault," said Warnoch, Chief of Clan Drakewell. "Had you not been so eager to avenge your father's death, we wouldn't be here now."
Calindre, Chief of Windbourne, loomed close, the light flickering on her face. "We all supported her as High Queen. I suggest you let her have her say."
"Easy for you to say. Your child wasn't murdered on the orders of that foul Kurathian."
"It is clear now that we were deceived," said Brida. "Yes, we conquered Weldwyn, but the Dark Queen has arrived to enforce her dominance."
"Can we not simply defeat her army?" asked Erlach, Chief of Glanfrayden.
