CHAPTER TEN
“I can’t hold this much longer,” Jade whispered to Phoenix as they rode slowly northeast through the camp.
When they left the pavilion, all their gear was waiting – including Blódbál, strapped to one of the horses’ saddles. Phoenix snatched it out with a cry of delight and ran his hand lovingly down the flat of the blade, feeling its heat in his blood. Everything they had lost was there, intact. Marcus found this highly suspicious and so did Jade but Phoenix and Cadoc were determined to see it as a victory over Bhumaka.
Now they rode through the massed army of the Kshatrap, with Nahapana sitting before Cadoc, a knife still pressed to his throat. Word spread like wildfire through the army and everywhere they went, all eyes were on them. Silence swept before them and shoc
