She heard more screaming from the prisoners, an edge of panic to their cries. She had to remind herself these were old wrongs. Five hundred years later, there was nothing she could do to help.
More shouts came from the hallway, this time roars of fury rather than fear. A group of warriors, swords held before them, ran toward the doors. There were perhaps thirty of them, all wounded as if they had fought through much to make it this far.
The dragonriders moved quickly in front of the prisoners, allowing them to be hauled through the open golden door while forming a line to protect the King"s chamber.
Hellen finally closed her eyes. There was nothing to be gained from watching this part again. But she was unable to block out the sounds. For long moments she listened, flinching, to the cla
