“Lady Metella,” the man saluted and went out into the courtyard to return to Brencis who had been left in charge of the defences, the latter still raging at not having been there to fight alongside his people.
“Devastation seems to follow this army,” Einion murmured as he contemplated the news.
“Let’s hope that this is not always the case, brother,” Briana said, leaving the children to go to Adara’s side. “Your husband lives. That is a blessing.”
Adara looked up at the Briton. “Yes. Thank the Gods. But, to have lost so many…it will be…difficult for him.”
“Dagon lives as well?” Briana asked quietly.
“Yes,” Adara said. “Another blessing.” She turned to them again. “They’ll be back tomorrow. We’ll need to be ready for them.”
Adara went to the door and opened it to look out at the altar
