Meanwhile Alassiel knelt and took a slim flask from the pouch which hung from her belt. She uncapped it to pour a few drops of liquid into the mouth of each fallen villager. The remaining liquid she brushed over the worst of their wounds. Soon enough the men were able to regain their feet, weapons in hand. They surveyed the scene and took off at a fast pace to rejoin the battle against the few enemy soldiers who remained.
Alassiel returned to Castien’s side to say in a scathing voice, “The prince cares not for his men. They are so much grist for the mill, but pawns in his game.”
“And just why does this surprise you?”
“It does not, it was just a comment.” Suddenly she was gone, only to reappear partway down the shore, her hands gripped by an invisible force. Slowly the prince manifested
