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Vol.5, Ch.7, P.1

There I stood in silence, panting and staring at the wreckage of stone. And then, as if the strength in me was sapped all at once, I buckled to my knees and leant upon my sword. My bones blared; my wounds wailed. And it was at that moment that footfalls met my ears. But I worried not, for soon in my sight was Sig, coming nigh as he wended his way around the rubble that laid all about.

Verily; staunch of trust in him as I was, I had paid not a hint of heed to his half of the battle. He would not fail, I had thought. Not least at such an eleventh hour as this. Why, it was not till this very moment that I fathomed just how far I’d been flung from his side of the