CHAPTER THIRTY SIX

The loud voices of his men came from below his window. He hadn't slept a wink. His muscles sore from fighting his men all might. In the moon light. They patrolled the fields and boundaries till dusk. No warrior slept. They should be ready. Edgar sat on his window pane. He longed to draw blood. That of the Kiro king. Long...too long since he had felt the excitement of a raw battle. Of force and a good fight. Not conquering weak villages. He could taste the war on his tongue. Men would fall, but Kiro would be no more. He would Purge the land if the council couldn't. He would. He would. The plague would become a story. History told to children to avoid the night. He would make sure of it The morning air was humid. Particles of snow drifted onto his room from the open window. His fire place raging. Mirroring his emotions. The manor was quiet. The maids and man servants watching silently as he and the warriors fought all night. They knew. They knew battle was upon them. He had heard