CHAPTER 14
As Kaspian neared Czarnobrzeg’s village square, its usual sight of cambered, stone-paved space was saturated with people—black-cloaked cultists, colorfully garbed peasants, and now his white-tabard guards. Whatever Henryk had schemed, it had brought out nearly the entire village, as well as those who’d come with the cult.
“Surround them. We will subdue them peacefully if we can,” Kaspian instructed Rafał as he swung down from Demon’s saddle. A sea of backs faced him, and at their center Henryk stood upon the edge of the well.
Nikodem and his guards sidled up to Kaspian, and Nikodem leaned in. “My father’s leading the united forces here, and they’re within a few hours,” he murmured. “I’ll ride to meet them and fill in my father on the new developments.”
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