Chapter Fifteen

"Master!" A soldier cloaked in black said, kneeling before the Master's throne.

"What is it?" The Master snarled.

"I have news."

"Then spit it out!" He growled.

"She got away. Our forces were all but decimated." He said cowering before him. The Master began to howl with laughter.

"What foolish moron thought that they could leave the battle without her and still keep their life intact? Was it you?" He grinned menacingly.

"No, Master. I waited at the fort as instructed but some of the Council's guard fled the battle."

"I see. You will go to Council with my orders. Their lives are now forfeit." His black eyes gleamed with joy when he thought of their deaths.

"Yes, Master." The soldier said. He stood and bowed with the back of his hands pressed to his forehead. He accepted the letter from the palace scribe and went to deliver the Master's orders.

Councilwoman Harding listened to Mr. Grey as he reported on the battle. Her brow was furrowed in thought.