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What was it about the broken red flag that seeiant spear, it hung vertically, split into two halves partway across and pointed A sy – a circle with two slash h it At each point above, below, and to the sides, words had been seith gold thread against the red Not just any words The script was strange and elliptical and hauntingly faer orb and the thought struck her The text on the flag was Pry-rian The orb spoke to her in Pry-rian It was the battle flag of the kingdoht her eye

Eulfed her She cried and choked at the sa but not able to help either The advancing horses were closing the gap quickly, building speed Lances glittered in the dawn There it was, in all its blaze and glory – the battle flag of Pry-Ree Her flag The flag of her forefathers – her Fa, she could hardly breathe

He is delivered into your hands

Part of her ain, just as it had in the Bearden Muir Just as Aluer and his men had been delivered into her hands, she realized that the king’s army was delivered up as well Their arrival at Winterroas neither too soon nor too late No, the Medium had allowed them to arrive deliberately Frohts, firm and resolute He did not doubt He did not fear He led a se and belief, knowing that the Mediuainst the rush of knights on every side Even as death approached on churning hooves, Demont believed he could win and he chose action The Mediuht her to save thehts fed his army, if his as imposed on them, then ould happen should he fall? Lia looked down at the orb in her hand Where is the king?

The orb began to whir until the spindles pointed away froht ring of soldiers holding the battle flags The one in the center wore a crown over his hel He was a decoy She knew that in her bones

He is delivered into your hands

Then she understood and gasped The king held aloft the pole with the Pry-rian flag Her flag He could not have known that the one he had chosen was part of her ancestry She had barely realized it herself days ago It a It would alter the future of the kingdos The Medium demanded action from her or De down, she grabbed the ash bow that belonged to Jon Hunter Confidence surged in her veins She retrieved a single arrow froht her How to hold it firmly How to load it so that the odd-colored feather was on top Gripping the taut bowstring with the tips of her fingers, she pulled and drew it back to the corner of her , not at that distance She had never launched an arrow that far before or hit anything so distant with accuracy Yet confidence whispered in her mind that the Mediu horseroan rose up froasp before the clash

He is delivered into your hands or Deed and the arro Suddenly the king jerked straight, the arrow catching him in a chink of armor in his neck, then he toppled off the horse The battle flag of Pry-Ree dropped fro into the hilltop and the wind caught the banner and unfurled it The power of the Mediu, and then spilled throughout the field below, gushing fro a web of safety with the breeze

Spears appeared around, the sharp heads lifted, greeting the horsemen with a row of teeth The stae of spear tips awaited them – a crush of , hidden in the grass?

She watched the horses crunch against the teeth of steel until she could bear no longer the sight of it, or endure the flood of power that was burning her alive The weight of the Mediuain and she blacked out

"It is the h the darkest clouds, so does honor peer in the meanest habit A maston is as unhappy or as happy as he has convinced himself he is"