Chapter 58 - A Shape at the Border

The search for the three missing scouts turned up nothing. Not a body, not a scrap of torn cloth, not even the kind of ambiguous sign that lets a commander tell himself a story with an ending he can live with. Zereth doubled the watch along the northern approach and said little else about it, which told me he had no better explanation than I did. By the ninth night, the not-knowing had settled over the castle like weather, a pressure everyone felt and no one named out loud.