Even before she and Kat crossed the river and began the long moonlit ride southward to the encampment Sataumie had established as the base for her long-range scout patrols, Mara knew what they would find. Bertrande lay on his cot in the tent he shared with his elder brother, looking like a child asleep, but pale and still; there was no obvious wound on his body.
“Was he found in this same manner this morning?” she asked.
“Bertie was fine this morning, Aunt Mara,” Eduarde answered. Standing over his brother’s body, he was …read more