Chapter Twenty-Nine
Coming home. It was as if an entire lifetime had passed since Tyson rode through the rolling hills of Bela or took in the peaceful pastures. It stood in such contrast to the chaos and troubles Gaule faced.
The camp had still been where Amalie left it with a few men guarding the horses. They’d only allowed themselves to rest for one night before riding hard for the border. The village sat at the nexus of Gaule, Bela, and Dracon, and it had only taken them a day to cross into more friendly territory.
Amalie had barely spoken, but her face held a look of contentment as she took in the men and women surrounding her. It didn’t take long to realize it was due to the little girl bundled up in a cloak and sitting in front of Amalie atop the horse. Elayne was too young to con
