CHAPTER ELEVEN
If Sartes had known how bad things were in Delos, he would have hurried back sooner. He drove his wagon up onto a rise in front of the city, and from there, he could see Felldust’s warriors approaching it like some great swarm of insects ready to engulf it.
The naval battle beyond the city was raging in fire and bursts of violence, ships sweeping forward and then pulling back. Sartes didn’t know how long it had been going, but for now at least, it seemed to be slowing the main bulk of the invasion.
It couldn’t stop all of it, though. Sartes could see fires in the distance where villages had been burned, and lines of tents arranged in a rough crescent in front of the city. There were signs of violence inside the city too, with small figures running together in the streets,
