The Glass Throne (Legends of Ansu Book 4) by JW Webb

Author:JW Webb
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: longsword, myth, gods, wizardry, swordplay, legend, sorcerer
Published: 2017-02-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

The Brothers

“Wynais is ours!” Silon stood at the entrance of Ariane’s tent, a rare grin showing on his lips. “Valentin has taken the city and sent three of his men to inform you!”

Ariane threw off her blanket and ran half-naked to embrace Silon. “Now we’ve turned the tide!” She kissed him, and Silon’s face reddened.

“My Queen, you need to dress and attend these fellows waiting by the quartermaster’s tent.”

“Give me five minutes.”

Silon nodded and withdrew; he tied the tent flap back lest anyone glance in and see the queen in state of undress. A crowd was gathering near the aforementioned tent. Prince Tarin was there, sitting moody on a log. Near him were Tamersane and the Rorshai healing woman, and close by them stood Galed and Cale, talking excitedly to Jaan the Raleenian captain. Tarello was addressing the three riders that had come from Valentin. All turned as Ariane rushed to join them.

She studied the three rangers and was surprised to see the smallest was Doyle, a young Calprissan that had signed up with her army after the battle with Derino. “Doyle? What’s this? Are you a ranger now?”

Before Doyle could respond, one of his companions, a tall rangy archer, took a step forward and bowed. “He’s an apprentice ranger, my Queen, and not overly promising.” The third messenger, a huge fellow, stood grinning and nodding.

“Well, never mind that. You have big news to tell me, so I’m informed.”

“Wynais is ours, Your Highness!” Doyle blurted before either of his companions could speak.

“Shut up, Doodle—I was going to tell her that.” Arac looked peeved.

“We scaled the walls under cover of darkness,” Doyle continued, ignoring his older companions. “It was tough going and we were nearly spotted. But we slew the guards on the walls and stole heroically within.”

“I don’t remember you slaying anyone Doodle,” Arac said.

“Enough, let him continue.” Ariane nodded thanks as Galed handed her a piping cup of tea accompanied by a hot sausage in a bun. “I just need the overall picture,” she said through munched sausage.

“There weren’t that many soldiers in the city and no Groil. Perani had left only a skeleton crew, which we quickly overcame.”

“What of my lord Dazaleon and the traitor we’ve heard about?” The queen’s eyes narrowed seeing the worry on Doyle’s face.

“Er…”

“Dazaleon’s dead,” Arac said. “Murdered by the same traitor Valentin has locked up in your oubliette, my Queen. Valentin questioned one of Perani’s men under the hot knife. Bastard spilled the peas, saying that Perani had coerced said turncoat into doing for the High Priest. I’m sorry…”

Ariane felt the colour drain from her face. She stooped to sit on a log before her knees gave. Dazaleon dead. Her wisest counselor and dearest friend, and worse, murdered by Yail Tolranna himself. She held back tears and sipped her tea. Close by, Galed had his head in his hands and several others were stunned and ashen-faced at this news.

“Well, who is this sodding traitor, will someone please tell me?” Tamersane’s face was red, he too had been fond of Dazaleon.

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