Alto asked. They’d stopped past the cave–in to plot their next move and enjoy the lantern that was hanging from a spike driven into a support beam. The tunnel stretched ahead of them, curving slightly. “Only one way to go.” Trina pointed down the passage. “That’s the way we came, though.” “And you ran from these people,” Alto pointed out. “We didn’t see any goblins, just the Kingdom soldiers.” “They aren’t Kingdom men!” “I know that,” Trina snapped. “But we thought they were then.” “I heard the two men talking before…” “Before what?” Namitus asked him. Alto glanced behind them at the shapes in the darkness. The two larger shapes were the men he’d killed. He took a breath and blew it out. Yes, he’d killed two men but they were going to kill him. He wasn’t sure how he should feel about it. He fell back on the pragmatism he’d learned on his father’s farm and decided he would deal with it later, when he had time. “Before they attacked me,”
