109 Nordveka Makes His Mark

They got on horses together with some of the other men and raced into town. They were heading back to the house Gavadiol had rushed into just mere hours before. The house was still empty. But there was now writing on the wall. Writing with dripping blood red ink, or blood red paint…or blood itself. The king heard sharp intakes of breath around him. It could be for a number of reasons. Maybe it was because of the way the words dripped ominously or maybe it was because of the words themselves. Gavadiol read it with a sinking heart. ‘I knew you would come here. I have her. Now, you would know what it means to lose everything. N.” The king pulled himself together and issued sharp, swift commands. First, no talk of what they had seen must reach the people of Aerithor. Anyone who blabbed, did so on the pain of death. Then he sent the men who had come with him and Erom off to gather the rest of his friends and father. They were to immediately assemble at the castle. After that, he