Chapter 59
Rosomon
As we travel from Achotia to Catha, my heart is a confusion of emotions. Sadness about my father. Joy that Tynan didn’t betray me. Relief that my brothers are alive and safe, and excitement about our voyage to Catha and its purpose.
I’ve never seen Catha. I’ve certainly never seen the Temple of Othrix. And although I’m sure we’ll face danger, Cathians don’t have dragons. We do.
Zogar chuckles, and I stroke his scales in response.
We may only be six in number, but we have the advantages of fire and flight—not to mention surprise. With the dragons, we have the power of an army.
Do you suggest we burn down the city, my love?
“Why not?” I say, then quickly add, “I’m joking of course.”
I know, my love. But if you do want Catha to burn, your wish is my command.
My heart warms. I would never want everyone in Catha to suffer, not even those in charge, but I do love how Zogar claims he’d do it for me.
Surath and Saxon swoop under us in a flash of silvery teal. Saxon’s the only one of us who’s been to Catha, and he’s confident that no force will be required to expose Othrix and the hypocrisy of the klericks. I just wish he would share his plan.
But I trust Saxon’s judgement, and both he and the dragons believe exposing the truth about Othrix will topple the religion’s hold on the Light.
Tynan thinks his father might be in Catha for the Feast of Othrix. So, it’s possible the King could be brought to justice too.
Collapsing a religion and bringing down a king sounds like a tall order to me, very tall, but if we can even begin the process, I have great hope for the future.
Our future will be bright indeed, my queen.
I love Zogar’s confidence and how it fuels my own.
Try to rest while I fly, my love. I am confident, but don’t know what we’ll face when we arrive.