Barely three days had passed since he’d come to Nar’s capital, and already Vorto’s army was readying itself. At the duke’s urging, the Archbishop of Nar had wasted no time in preparing for the coming battle in Dragon’s Beak. That night he had summoned Vorto to the cathedral and together the three of them had laid plans. General Vorto had been vocal and displeased, but had acquiesced to Herrith’s demands. And despite his opposition to the long trek, Vorto had moved with amazing speed. Through the windows of his coach Enli glanced at the driver who had brought him the news. He was a small man in service to the general, and had come unannounced to Enli’s room in the cathedral. “General Vorto wants you,” he had said. “Quickly.” Now it was just past dawn. Enli rubbed fatigue from his eyes. He had thought of sending the driver away, but he thought it best not to antagonize the general. Vorto was the key to their entire plan. Enli wanted his trust. Alone in the comfortable carriage, Enli pondered their destination.
