Kay and Bedivere returned from Tremonium the same day. They found the fort exactly as we had feared—torched to the ground with no survivors and very few clues left to tell what, or who, had brought down the once-mighty citadel. Although they had spotted a few lightly armed warriors patrolling the area, Kay and Bedivere were left in peace and did not think they were followed.
So it appeared Caw’s war band had moved on, but Ana had not had any overture from him that indicated he was near. Much like with the undying heat, we were at an impasse, unsure of how to force the arm of change and even less certain how to ensure it came down in our favor.
Arthur grew more and more frustrated with each passing day. I wondered if part of Caw’s plan was to drive Arthur to rash behavior, but I didn’t
