CHAPTER 12
Conal
To Conal’s good fortune, the army approaching from the south was two regiments from Clagmoran’s home guard, commanded by a thick-necked bulldog of a man named Awstyn who barged in to where Conal and the others stood outside the gates of the city, demanding, “Which one of you is Conal?”
“That would be Lord Conal,” Lorkan not so politely corrected him.
“Oh… ah… huh, never said anything about that. My apologies, m’Lord,” Awstyn said, glancing around to see which one was the Lord.
“Apology accepted,” Conal replied with a tired smile.
Expecting to see an older man, Awstyn c****d an eyebrow in surprise. “Ah… Lord Kilmaryn sends his respects, wishing he could send more but the security of the kingdom is equally important.”
“I am thankful Lord Kilmaryn was able to spare so
