‘They’ll come to odds, half- brothers or not.’ Asandir’s response cut through a spitting shower of sparks. ‘Is that prophecy?’ ‘Maybe.’ Dakar laid the poker aside, propped his chin on plump knuckles and sighed. ‘I’m not certain. Earlier, when I held the sword, I had a strong premonition. But I couldn’t bear to see five centuries of hope destroyed on the day of fulfilment.’
