“Only you will enter. My archers will keep your soldiers in their sights,” said the Commander.
The doors opened, and Kyon spurred on his horse. As soon as he crossed the threshold, the heavy wooden doors closed again. The tulvar dismounted and followed Sheera into the command tent.
“I’m sorry about Enetor,” she began.
“No one is sorrier than I. However, if he chose to die for you, it means he believed you worthy of his trust.”
“I was there when both he and Rerik were beheaded by Zund. Enetor was much more to me than just a close friend and trusted ally; he had helped me a lot in the past. He was almost like a father to me. Without him, the rebellion would have been nothing more than an idea that had been stuck in our heads for a while.”
“He never spoke to me about it,” Kyon said.
“He
