Kollo's musing regarding his...well their Prince, left a lingering silence in the tent. There was little else to do but think.
Being nursed abed didn't leave much for entertainment.
And yet the mind , could became a restless bird in a cage of bone when the body was pinned to a cot.
So he did the only thing he could, he wondered and wandered with it.
He wondered about the world beyond the Bastion.
For he knew a thin thread of communication existed between the Legate and the Fox, a one-way path of desperate missives carried by wing. Asag had told him, in the early frantic days of the siege, that their only purpose was to buy time.
But time for what? Alpheo was facing a host six times his size outside these walls. How did a man, even one as clever as the Fox, outmaneuver such a number?Perhaps he had lied to give them heart that they were not the last line?
