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Chapter Eight

It was several days later, though it had slipped into night by now, as Cameron gathered his warriors around him in a circle. “They are getting tired. The knights aren’t going as hard, and some of the spells are losing their efficacy. The weapons that were infused by their mages before the battle still maintain their integrity, but the ones that are being spelled before use now are little risk to us as their powers dwindle. With one last rally, we can wipe them out and return home victorious.”

His words sparked a cry of determination that was underscored by a strong bloodlust. His warriors wanted to destroy the English who would attack their borders, and Cameron wanted that just as much.

He was disappointed to find Walstone had not been among the raiding party, and he was concerned this was a diversion, so he had sent two of his fastest dragons back to the keep to ensure no one approached from the other side or tried trickery that would allow them to gain access to Balfou