Her brother’s treacherous peace plan gnawed more deeply at her conscience as she rode. She lied to both the Commander and the Prince now, pretending peace. She plotted to kill the Commander. After making that final, murderous choice, could she ever go back? Or would she relinquish part of her soul forever to the dark side? Could she ever again be as pure and true of heart as Richard had accused her? These thoughts troubled her as she followed the Commander’s warrior-clad person. True, he was a murderer. But could that truth prove treachery a virtue? Elwytha did not know. And when the Commander slowed before a small, deserted church, fear filled her. Was this a sign from God that she needed to repent? The Commander tied his reins to a tree and slowly, Elwytha did likewise. She followed him inside, and saw that the chapel must still be used on occasion. Candles dotted tables near the altar. A few burned even now. The floor looked swept, and the pews clean. The Commander knelt his great form before the altar.
