Chapter 18
Thorat waited for Sovara, yawning but still awake as the first morning light brightened the clerestories. In his meditations, he’d faced only his own memories and conscience, not the shimmering signs of the dragons Sovara was confronting. Still, it had been a long night full of doubts. Had he done the right thing? Could he have done anything else? He tried to imagine how it might have played out if Sovara and Varin had broken him out of the bandit camp. In all likelihood, they would have failed in that, but even if they’d succeeded, Ferrent would have stayed behind or would have argued all the way. They would have lost him.
Even if he’d come with them to the gate, the five of them would have been no match for the Cereans, wounded already from their fight with the bandits. One
