That man looks familiar, Loial thought. Yes, it was the horse. He’d seen that horse before, many times. Lan, he thought, numb. Lan is the one riding out alone. Loial stood. Erith looked up at him as he shouldered his axe. “Wait,” Loial said to her. “Fight alongside the others. I must go.” “Go?” “I need to witness this,” Loial said. The fall of the last king of the Malkieri. He would need to include it in his book.
