“The witch!” she said, her hand going to her sword hilt. She pointed a shaky hand at Nathaniel. “That man is a witch, General Sether. He burst the captain’s heart and befuddled us.”
Taden watched her, horrified by her accusation, as she returned to him and grabbed his jacket, hauling him from the saddle. “This man is his friend.”
Taden stood awkwardly, his wrists still bound to the saddle, and fought the fear numbing his mind. Would they kill Nathaniel now? Beka drew her sword, pressing the tip of it against Taden’s blood stained tunic once again. “Lowel, bring the witch here.”
The young soldier helped Nathaniel from the saddle, speaking softly to him while he cut the rope binding Nathaniel’s hands. They approached the group of soldiers and stopped within paces of Taden. Nathaniel kept
