Chapter 15: The Dragons of Wyrmpeak

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Middanhal When morning came, it was the day of the prince's burial. The procession began in the Hall of the Honoured Dead. A simple bier had been constructed to carry the prince's body; four kingthanes, one in each corner, lifted him up. Berimund, their captain, walked in front and led the group. The rest of the thanes were placed in a circle; as the procession moved up and outside the Citadel, they formed a defensive line around the body of the slain. Just behind the bier walked Isabel, who had been wife to one prince, mother to another, and was now neither; her face was stiff and revealed no emotions. The knight marshal in his capacity as dragonlord had the position next to Isabel. Behind them as a special courtesy was Baldric, weeping uncontrollably, and then came all the high nobilit

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