CHAPTER 8
Kaspian woke with a crick in his neck and bright white light illuminating the hall. The household served breakfast to the scattered villagers remaining.
The storm had finally passed, and morning had come.
Several things happened quickly. A search party gathered, a mixed group of servants, villagers, and guards, led by the captain, Rafał. Stefan and the other stable hands saddled horses for the guards and Kaspian.
Stefan held onto Demon’s reins as he entered the yard, his sword belted at his waist. The black gelding stomped his foot impatiently as Kaspian swung into the saddle, while Iskra yelped and bolted for the closed manor gates, clearly refusing to be excluded.
Under the captain’s command, they broke apart into groups, to better cover ground in the fastest time possible
