Chapter 198

When the smoke cleared, the fallen wall lay before them all. The lords present stared in open dread.

Tormund Giantsbane, who had been snoring a moment before, was flat upon the ground, muttering prayers to the gods. He had thought a thunderbolt had struck beside him.

Wendel swallowed. The ringing in his ears faded by degrees. He rather regretted that he had not covered them as Lord Domeric had bidden before the blast.