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BLOOD RAVEN’S LAST BATTLE PRINCE
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King Machraith didn’t have time to let the enormous gravity of this mission gone awry to unravel his emotions. There would be a time and place for him to spill forth his tears of anguish.

“Tell me the way of it,” King Machraith demanded, his face contorted with sadness.

“Nothing more is to be said, but shown to you, Machraith,” Gorm finished as another of King Merchiaun’s warriors stepped forward. “We’ve come to present a gift from our brenin, Brenin Merchiaun,” Gorm began again. King Machraith, leery and on guard, gave a nod of approval at his warriors to open the gates.

“Slowly,” growled one of King Machraith’s warriors atop the stone enclosure to the warriors entering.

During this time, King Machraith cast a cautious glance at his blackguard son Ronan, but also observed Cadfael watching his twin brother wolfishly. He saw what confirmed all dread—Ronan’s face held such deep sorrow, his eyes red and dark, his face sallow.