“The longer they wait, the worse it’ll be for them. We’ll be bringing in catapults tomorrow,” reported Wendel. “But look, here comes the first of the filthy-er, our enemies-now!”
The earl pointed toward a small boat creeping across the lake. The lone rower was definitely too large to be human, but far too small to be hill giant. The figure stood and began waving his arm back and forth, and on his wrist Brianna saw the telltale sparkle of her ice diamond necklace.
“That’s no giant,” Tavis observed.
The queen shook her head. “No, it can be only Basil,” she growled. “And we’re not letting him ashore until he throws those ice diamonds into the lake.”