The sky became gray over the brilliant banner flying defiantly from the keep as the days grew ever shorter. There was a new bite in the wind as winter settled around Montsalvat. True to Eustache’s expectations, some of the warriors below did leave when the first snow arrived, but those in the keep were still vastly outnumbered. Weeks passed without any tidings, only the hammering of rocks launched from the catapults, signifying that there was a world beyond the curtain walls.
Kado looked down over the invaders one chilly morning, his eyes narrowing. Any fool could see that even though Dagobert might have abandoned his quest, the king had no intention of abandoning his hunt for the last king of the Rhedae.
That only made good sense to a warrior like Kado, for it would be too easy for anot
