The Warlock King’s chamberlain returned to his lord’s encampment, somber-eyed and slow-footed.
“Sir, did the rebels agree to surrender?” a guard asked.
The chamberlain fell-over, a dozen arrows in his back.
“That’s a pointed answer…” another guard said.
Copyright © by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.
Discover more of my Aethereal Musings.
Leave a Reply