For a moment, Niamh didn’t think she heard correctly. She shook her head, tilting her pointed ears towards the exhausted general.

“What do you mean, you don’t know?” she asked. A tingling of fear began to rise in her heart.

She followed General Konny into the hall.

“His horse went down in the heat of battle and I did not see him rise,” General Konnyr wiped dark, thick mud off his scar. “We’ve been looking for his body for three days.”

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