But a horn, clear and bright, blared from outside. Everyone halted—then rushed to the windows. Yrene’s smile grew as she, too, found a place to peek out over the battlefield. To where the rest of the khagan’s army, Prince Kashin at its front, marched toward them. Thank the gods. Everyone in the hall muttered similar words. From the keep, an answering horn sang its welcome. Not just one army had been spared here today, Yrene realized as she turned back to the water station. If that wave had reached Kashin … Lucky. They had all been so, so very lucky. Yet Yrene wondered how long that luck would
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