CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Lucas moved through Ashton alone, slipping silently through the deadliness of the battle toward the spot where the river’s entrance was barred by its great gates. Every time he saw a knot of soldiers below, a part of him wanted to leap down from his rooftop path and join in the fighting, but he controlled himself. Official Ko had always taught him that the key was to fight the few battles that mattered.
The battle for the river gate mattered.
It should have opened in the first rush of the battle to let their forces into the city. The men Sophia had sent to do it should have been able to shorten the fight for Ashton by allowing Ulf and Frig a way into the city. Yet it had not opened, and Lucas could see their forces now, pinned against the shore by arrows and cannon fir
