Chapter 10
“You want another?” the barkeep asked him, eyeing Magnus’s ale.
He sat in a seedy little establishment on the outskirts of a village he’d long forgotten the name of. He stared into the pewter mug, still half full from when he’d ordered it earlier that afternoon. “No.”
The barkeep moved away from his table in the corner of the dark pub to tend to business elsewhere. Magnus knew not what since he was presently the only person in the establishment. He closed his eyes, willing numbness to overtake him. It did not. The sight of Roland dropping to the tower floor would haunt him forever.
He had not seen Roland since dropping him off at the palace a fortnight ago, though he’d heard rumors that the king and queen had laid him on a magnificent chaise in a chamber so that all could pa
