The Lord of Death (The Age of Dawn Book 2) (19 page)

“Not quite like Breden, eh?” Walter asked, catching the change in Juzo’s mouth.
His teeth are like daggers.

A second later Juzo closed his mouth and his lips formed a line. “Not at all.”

Civilians, both poor and noble, poured from houses and shops, shouting for the names of loved ones. There was restlessness that inflicted the crowd on the brink of becoming chaos. People pushed against one another, trying to get closer to the marching column of Falcon soldiers. Some people cried with joy at a particular soldier’s return, and others sobbed as they identified the remains of a lover in a Death Cart, where the bodies of the dead were placed.

The wagon came to a stop and Walter woke Nyset and Baylan. They gathered themselves and wiped the sleep from their eyes.

“Home sweet home,” Walter said. They walked back to the Lair and trudged up the tower’s long, winding stairwell.

“I still can’t get over that King Ezra actually gave me this when I asked,” Walter said as he set foot on the central landing, adjoining the other main rooms.

“All I can think about now is sleeping for days,” Nyset said, dropping onto a couch upholstered from a creature with long white hair. The thickly cushioned couch swallowed her lithe form.

“Me too,” said Baylan. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Let’s chat tomorrow. I’m going to have to go to the Tower next. Is anyone interested in coming with me? When I first met you, Walt, Nyset… I wouldn’t have dared ask, but I think you— everyone here could handle themselves there.”

“Hm. Sound like fun to me,” Grimbald said, hanging Corpsemaker in a slot on a wall beside several spears. “I like traveling.”

“Ask me tomorrow,” Nyset said, closing her eyes.

Walter mouthed “She’ll come.” He waved his hand, “Of course, I’d love to join you Baylan,” Walter said, eyes drooping with a deep inhale.

“This way Juzo,” Walter said, pointing him to a coat rack. “It’s great to have you back buddy,” he said with an eye crinkling smile.

“It’s great to be back,” Juzo said, flashing a jagged, toothy smile.

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