CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Dust stood on the edge of the battle, seeing the patterns of it unfolding beneath him. Another man would have seen only chaos, but he saw the shifting signs and whorls formed by the violence.
The whole thing was like some great sacrifice on one of the altars where the entrails were read, blood and screams and agony contributing to sign after sign. Dust stared at that, trying to make sense of it, and the role the fates seemed to have in mind for him. He let his mind settle on the violence, his eyes relaxing, taking in the swirl and the shift of it until images started to build in his mind.
He saw Royce then, bestriding a kingdom. He saw battles bigger than this one, whole lands shifting beneath the weight of them. He saw the fall of his own kingdom, the priests dying, th
