CHAPTER VIII: HEART OF THE KING (4)
At the end of these words, Hamoen gave the New Colonel his silver sword, the Colonel's guide. He closed his eyes and bowed his head. Death had reached his soul.
Argôn got up, looked around, and the few remaining barbarians announced the withdrawal. The Sons of Salvation had triumphed.
“Sir, we have won!” said one of the nobles.
“With the price of the blood, of my two best friends. Let us carry their bodies, and make their deserved funerals. May their energy rest honestly. May their souls rest in peace. It is the least we could do.”
In the outskirts, the victory was already celebrated, and from within, the small barrier where the humble homes were victorious too. The news had arrived. The whole town danced with happiness.
Argôn then returned to th
