The best he could think of was to make a run for it. But then the soldiers would catch him even before he got to the walls protecting the castle. And if they could not catch up to him, they would start shooting at him, so either way, he would die.
"Where is he?" Zarek heard himself ask. He had decided not to run; whatever happens, he would see it through to the end. And he would be happier dead than alive to see Lucien sit on the throne that is rightfully his.
"He is at no man's land. I found him there last night," Lucien replied.
Zarek felt fear clog his throat as he struggled to get a word out. One thing was clear to him, and that is the fact that he was finished. Lucien had won the battle again.
"Why did you not bring him here with you? He could have escaped by now," the king said, agitated.
"He is not going anywhere because he is dead."
