Warlord
“"Give me my Warlord, you arrogant bastard." There was a commotion from behind me, the sound of running feet. I tensed, sure that I was about to be attacked. "Lara!" It was Simus. He caught me in a hug. "Lara, we thought you dead!" That did it. The barriers I'd built about my pain started to crumble. I wrapped my arms around Simus's neck and clung for dear life. "Simus, I saw him die. I saw Keir die." Simus pulled back a bit, head down to look into my eyes. He looked exhausted, as if he hadn't slept. "Lara? But—" I didn't want to break down in front of the Council, but I couldn't stop my tears. "I was on Greatheart, and he was running, but I looked back and saw Keir die. Then he and Epor and Isdra were there, and they helped me escape." "You saw the dead?" Essa's voice was hushed. The tent was so silent, I heard Wild Winds gasp. "They aided you?" Essa continued, his voice filled with wonder. "Gils too. Keir rode with the dead, Simus." I ignored everything else except Simus's kind dark eyes.
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