Chapter 11
On the parapets far above the regent’s chambers, Tovin turned from the ledge in disgust. The castle guard were losing, and badly. Where were his own men? When would his friends’ armies join them? Where the hell was Giles?
Questions he could not answer. He had sent another runner south, to spur his men faster. With any luck they would reach the castle by morning, but could the guard hold out against the barbarians that long?
Tovin didn’t think so. Already renegade bands of the Cyrians entered the castle through the servants’ quarters, where no one stood to fight. There was little he could do here, so far above the troops, except watch the battle and hope the tide would turn against their foes.
And what about Amery? Was he safe?
Turning to Berik, he snapped, “You’re in co
