Chapter 225: The Broadcast (1)
The convoy came home at noon.
GROAN.
The northern gate opened for a line of transports hauling nine iron cages on open carts, and behind the carts walked ten people who had been dead for six weeks.
It was the time for the ultimate reveal.
Draven walked at the front with his hood down and his face bare in full sun. Aegon walked on his right in dented armor.
Bram came behind them in the back of a wagon with his left arm strapped across his chest and Sella sitting beside him refusing to let anyone else change the dressing.
The crew on the gate saw them.
By the time the convoy reached the second checkpoint the word was already ahead of them. Word travels faster than men.
By the third, there were people in the street. Curious about the hearsays.
