CHAPTER 20
Conal
In the mid-morning daylight, Conal stood on the crest of the road where the forest ended and empty farm fields surrounding the city of Blasingdon began. The armies of Storri and Lorkan spread behind him. Above him, vultures circled the skies, waiting opportunity to descend to continue their feast on the dead.
It felt odd to be here. Well… maybe ‘odd’ wasn’t the right word. Gwen, his sister – he’d have to get used to saying that – had remained in Havengarde, at home with the dragons and mages. Was he disappointed? Part of him had expected her to be here with him, conquering Tir Manach, then ruling as king and queen. Another part said she had her own destiny to follow.
The parting had been more than amiable, though still awkward… sort of like being forced to give a hug t
