Iorveth growled at the lie, entirely prepared to cut down Roche, crying little girl or not. “Had a falling out with Kaedwen? Last I heard, you were best buddies.” Underneath his confusion, his rage and his grief desperately wanted a target and he bit out his words, glaring at Roche. What did Roche mean ‘not here to fight’? What else could men like them ever do? Iorveth frowned, the words not really computing. Roche held his hands out placatingly, weapons lowered. “No!” someone screamed, and he turned slightly to see Saskia holding back a child that struggled against her grip. “You,” he snarled, advancing on Roche with his blades held high. Vernon Roche, the man who had last been reported in the Kaedweni camp just before the Battle of Vergen. Vernon Roche, the one special forces commander Iorveth hadn’t managed to kill. Vernon Roche stared back at him with some measure of shock. But instinctively, he decided that anyone fighting against Kaedwen was worth standing beside – and it was only after the corpses of five Kaedweni soldiers slowly cooled that Iorveth turned to see who he’d been fighting next to. If Iorveth had recognized the man fighting the Kaedwenis, he probably would have let them kill him. Some distance in front of her, a man fought against Kaedweni soldiers – and Saskia would be delighted to spill some of their blood.īut as much as she wanted revenge, the child had to be the priority and Saskia and Iorveth split up, with her heading towards the child and Iorveth making a beeline for the fight. The sounds threatened to bring her back to the Battle of Vergen – but then the child screamed again and she put in a burst of speed, running over the mountain ridge to see a little girl cowering next to the edge of the cliff, curled up with her arms around her head. Saskia had honestly thought they were alone, far away from people on the mountain slopes – but she’d clearly been wrong, because as she and Iorveth immediately darted towards the scream, they could hear the sounds of blades clashing, of fighting. She wasn’t sure she could stand to see her home flying Kaedweni colors over the bodies of all those she cared for.īefore she could articulate that, they heard a scream – a distinctively high-pitched scream belonging to a child. She wasn’t sure she could stand flying over Vergen again. In the opposite direction of where she’d flown. She hadn’t been able to fly very long, feeling weak and fatigued in a way that her injuries couldn’t truly explain, though she was blaming them. Saskia had followed the Pontar as she flew them away from the death of all of their hopes, and she didn’t know precisely where they were, but it was not terribly hospitable. They were currently hidden amongst the peaks of the Blue Mountains. “I have some safe houses around the continent,” Iorveth said quietly. On both of their heads now, because Kaedwen would never stand for the enemy commander to escape, and she knew she was just as wanted as Iorveth was. For lack of anything better to do, Iorveth and Saskia spent their days hiding and moving away from Vergen, more than aware of the prices on their heads.
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