CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Kavos paced the holding pen amidst the crowd of soldiers, Bramthos, Seavig and Arthfael beside him, all of them prisoners of war, all desperate to get out. Beside him were hundreds of men, his men, Duncan’s men, Seavig’s men, all proud and noble soldiers, all who had followed Duncan into war and been forced to surrender. He could hardly conceive that it had come to this, that they were all at the mercy of Pandesia.
Kavos fumed. It had been a mistake to surrender to these Pandesians. Better to have gone down to their deaths fighting. Duncan had been led away, it pained him as he wondered what had become of him. Was he alive? Dead? Being tortured?
Kavos had never surrendered before, not once in his life, under any circumstances, and he did so this time only grudgingly.
