“I know that man,” one of them said.
“He’s just a –”
The priest’s voice rang out as strongly as Vigda’s had. “Back, away! Go or your gods will strike you down!” The priest of Farseer believed in the dragons, even now that Tiada was gone. How strange.
A hum rose in Thorat’s ears. Whether it came from inside of him, from the earth, or from something else, he wasn’t sure. The earth of the hillside slid over the stones, burying the glistening drops of the dragon’s life under common mud as the tree’s roots snapped and something else broke too, deep beneath the surface of the earth, sending a dissonant chord up out of the depths. He could only just hear Calar screaming for the men to follow him, to kill the bandits, but no clatter of armed men coming toward him followed the command. Their scr
