C58 CHAPTER58

Jonas's fury deepened at the sight of the soldier's ashen face lying on the ground.

"Get him on his feet and back to the barracks. We're leaving."

Just as Jonas turned to go, Uncle Moreels, who had been lingering by the door, pressed his sword to Jonas's throat.

"Release my young lord, you beast!" bellowed a soldier, unsheathing his weapon.

Uncle Moreels, his face a mask of indifference