Chapter Eleven
Harsh Discoveries
“Take five, men, before we go in and start making sense of the dead.”Mastin rubbed a hand over his face, then pulled it away to discover he was shaking as if he were palsied.He refused to glance back at the unspeakable nightmare behind him.Not just yet.He needed another moment to gather himself, and to steel his nerves before leading his soldiers back through those smoldering doors to begin the grisly task of searching for recognizable pieces of their men.
For recognizable pieces of their Battle Lord.
The funeral pyres would be many in Alta Novis when they returned.
He walked over to where MaGrath sat huddled on the ground next to the wagon, tightly holding onto Atty.She was rocking in his arms, her eyes wide and unseeing as a tiny, high-pitched moan
