CHAPTER FOUR
Raymond groaned with every jolt of the cart that was carrying him and his brothers to the place where they were to be executed. He could feel every bounce and judder of the vehicle clashing against the bruises that covered his body, could hear the clink of the chains that held him as they moved against the wood.
He could feel his fear, although it seemed to be somewhere on the far side of the pain right then; the guards’ beating had left him feeling as though his body was a broken thing, made of sharp edges. It was hard to concentrate, even on the terror of death, past that.
The fear he could find the way to was mostly for his brothers.
“How much further, do you think?” Garet asked. Raymond’s youngest brother had managed to sit up in the cart, and Raymond could see the bru
