Kashin said, “We received a report from our vizier of foreign trade that a large, lucrative order had been placed for a relatively new weapon.” Chaol’s breathing snagged. If Morath had found some way— “It is called a firelance,” Kashin said. “Our finest engineers made it by combining various weapons from across our continent.” Oh, gods. If Morath had it in its arsenal— “Captain Rolfe ordered them for his fleet. Months ago.” Rolfe—“And when news arrived of Skull’s Bay falling to Aelin Galathynius, it also came with an order for even more firelances to be shipped northward.”
