CHAPTER 6AT THE GATES OF KHEV
As the moons rose up over the edges of the world, the Prince of Grand Khev stood on a hilltop, marshalling his few remaining knights and yeomen for one last stand against the Thungoda.
Already, the city itself was invested by the Hordesmen. The black smoke of burning palaces stained the clean night air; moonslight gleamed on the broken wall of the city, where siege-engines had riven a rude path through the smooth stone.
In his gilded armor, wrapped in a fluttering cloak of fine scarlet, the Prince of Khev made a brave sight. But inwardly he was bone-weary and heartsick. In the months that had passed since his only daughter had been taken by Thungoda raiders on the road to easterly Aijan, matters had gone from bad to worse. For a time, the Thungoda had playe
