Chapter 9
It was folly to send an apprentice out with a charged sword, even if the others were all unable or indisposed, Thorat thought as he watched Eppie cross the field to the farmhouse. Maybe Varin had sprained his ankle, but Garren should have come. Surely, Raina could look after Sovara, or Sunna could. It was just as well Sunna hadn’t come, though. He didn’t relish the thought of bringing a pregnant priestess to a dragon’s gate. There was no telling what would happen then.
He needed someone to fight at his side, not just a messenger to deliver a package. They could have sent a common courier and left the girl to continue her training so she could have some chance of passing her trials at Midsummer. A blade was only worth as much as the skill of the man wielding it, magic or none. H
