CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Thanos strained to look at the bow of the boat, as though he could pull it forward faster just by sight. Behind him, men strained at the oars, while the great sails above billowed with the force of the wind. Even so, Thanos didn’t know if it would be enough.
Finally, he caught sight of Haylon, just a line of land on the horizon. It was a promise ahead, not of safety, because nothing could promise that right then, but at least of the chance of it. If they could make it in time, before the great sea walls closed, they might survive this.
More than that, they might be able to help. Lord West’s former men might not be as numerous as they had been back in Delos, but the ones here had the look of men desperate to prove themselves. They’d been the ones left behind, or the
