CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Kavos led the charge as hundreds of Duncan’s men rallied behind him, all liberated after their escape from prison. They had the carefree shouts and cries of men who knew they had nothing to lose, who knew they could lose their lives at any moment—and likely would—as they charged recklessly into the heart of the capital, to a near certain death against thousands of better-armed Pandesians.
But that was what valor was all about, Kavos felt. Beside him charged Bramthos, Seavig and Arthfael, and he could see on their faces that they would not flinch from the enemy, either, would not even hesitate to throw themselves into battle. Indeed, since they had broken loose, they had already had several skirmishes with Pandesian battalions, fighting dozens of men here and there. A
