“Send for them,” Ryne ordered and Blane tapped a servant on the shoulder and pointed at the doorway whispering to him.
“How many King’s guards are left,” Ryne asked.
“Fourteen,” Blane said. “Sixteen were cut down by King Mornell’s men.
“Demon Spawn,” Naltar spat in dissatisfaction.
“Demon Spawn or not they were good soldiers,” Blane said honestly. “I was only able to kill two men and had a tough time with them.
“And how many men did Mornell bring,” Ryne asked.
“There had to have been a hundred my Lord,” Blane said unhappily.
“This was a well organized attack. Over half of Mornell’s force wore armor with our own king’s insignia.”
“How many men did he lose in the assault,” Ryne asked.
“By my count thirty-one,” Naltar said proudly. “Our men fought well.”
“Our men should have known something was up and not let the king get into danger in the first place,” Ryne said. How many men did we lose,” Ryne asked.
“Including the King’s guard about the same, but if you include the nobles you’ll have to include another ten to that number,” Blane said.
“We will take the remainder of the king’s guard with us but we will need to gather more volunteers,” Ryne said. Falis is coming with us also.” Falis felt a bout of pride when Ryne had entered his name in the conversation. Blane came over to him and put an arm about Falis’s shoulders.
“Congratulations son. I’m sure you will do well.”
“We shall see,” Ryne said. Falis’s face darkened and he could not help but scowl a little. Maybe Ryne didn’t consider him one of them yet. Still his face softened quickly. “We still will need more volunteers. I’m not taking our city soldiers with us. We have to move quickly and the best way to do that is with a smaller force.” The other men nodded.
Two women entered the room, one was a peasant and the other a noble. Ryne began to question them both.
“What did you see,” Ryne asked. For the most part the witnesses only verified what they already knew. But the noble woman who had been outside the castle as the others fled said that there were at least thirty crossbowmen with them and that they’d all left alive.
“Crossbows,” Ryne said, hand on his chin thinking. “So you’re both sure that he will be headed for the third piece of the circle,” Ryne asked.
“I couldn’t say,” the witness who was outside the castle said.
Ryne turned to the servant who would likely be the person that he’d believe. Nobles lie, his father had once told him. “And peasants have no need to lie and every reason not to.
“And what do you think,” Ryne asked the small pretty hazel eyed girl who was one of the Queen’s handmaids.
“After the battle was over a knight entered the room with a piece of silver circle the size of my finger, but it was curved. The king pulled another piece of circle from his pocket and put the two together. I know nothing about this circle of yours my lord, but if there is a third piece out there, that’s where they’re going. I saw the greed in the man’s eyes when he attached the...