Eighteen
The Secret of the Gates
Autumn 961 MC
"For Saxnor's sake," Revi swore.
Gerald, who sat leaning against the wall, looked up from cleaning the links of his armour. Beside him, Dame Beverly was oiling her sword, and he looked over to her with a slight smile, "It seems our mage is displeased."
Beverly grinned back, "I can't say I blame him. He's been examining this wall and all its markings for months. I honestly don't think he knows what he's doing. He doesn't seem to be getting anywhere."
"That's because," yelled Revi, "you two keep interrupting me. I need silence."
"Well," said Gerald, rising from the floor, "I can tell when I'm not wanted." He held out his hand toward Beverly. If it had been anyone else, she would have forsaken the offer, but she gripped his hand firmly, al
