Chapter 10

The commotion suddenly burst through the edge of the camp in the form of a tall, dark elf. He bowed low to Vius. “My King, I’m pleased to find you among the living.”

“I am pleased to be alive, Ilul.” Vius shifted in his saddle and Solna was willing to bet that he was tired and sore, but Vius didn’t show it beyond that.

Ilul flashed a scornful look at Solna, then back to his King. “Why are these Sumentans with you?”

Vius turned and smiled at Solna and beckoned him closer. Ilul stepped back, but Vius whipped his head around and pinned the elf to the spot. “This is King Solna Nalion, my chosen,” Vius said, steel in his voice, as if he dared Ilul to object.

The elf backed down and touched his fingers to his forehead. “Greetings,” was all Ilul said. Solna was amused by Ilul’s petulance, but returned the gesture. No reason to alienate the elf.

“Ilul,” Vius snapped, “I want this encampment broken down and moving before the sun reaches its zenith.”