Chapter 37
“No!” I cried, my vision blurred with tears.
Smoke darkened the sky, choked the air. Atop the walls, soldiers ran to dump buckets of water over the blazing gates. Plumes of steam joined the smoke but did little to douse the flames. Esfirenda wasn’t so easily extinguished.
My hands cramped with effort as I sawed desperately at my bonds. I thought I could feel the rope beginning to part.
The dozen priests advanced, their red cloaks whipping in the searing wind blowing from the Darkwood. I watched, aghast, as the fire in the forest spread, turning the trees to torches.
Thorne, where are you?
“Bring her.” Galtus Celcio gestured at me.
Ser Naldi strode over and roughly grabbed my shoulder, dragging me toward the warder. The movement dislodged the throwing knife balanced betwee
