But the Lords had not been told no, they were above such business, and the morning breaking of the fast awaited there, they converged. Knights and squires were hard at work in the yard, servants and couriers and pages rushing to and fro as the morning sun met a castle on the move. This summer was drawn full in darkness, a blanket of depression upon the Gates as their lord within stirred, his mind racked with the considerations of forebears, doom, destruction, and the death of kings.Īt dawn, the trumpets blared and the castle to business awoke. The star of the Vale had fallen, and her hope had been taken out from her in a rush of wind.
