I counted on it.One of the good guys died tonight.A man with family.A legend of a Highlander.There’s no hope Dageus survived the brutal gutting, the crushing blows against the cliff, and the subsequent twelve-hundred-foot fall.Like the Hag, Dageus MacKeltar is dead.Drustan doesn’t speak a word, supports Christian on one side, with Jada on the other, and they half carry, half drag the now unconscious prince down the mountainside.When we reach the bottom and load him carefully into the Hummer, Drustan murmurs, “Och, Christ, how am I to tell Chloe? They fought so hard to remain together. Now she’s lost him for good.” He whispers something over Christian in Gaelic then turns to leave.Ryodan steps into his path, blocking it. “Where do you think you’re going, Keltar.”“Unlike you, I’ll no’ be leaving without retrieving what remains of my brother’s body for burial.”He’s referring to Ryodan hastening us from the mountaintop without pausing to collect Barrons, which I know he did so Drustan and Jada wouldn’t see him vanish but no doubt appeared callous to the others.Drustan’s gaze is bleak, haunted.
