Her claim about his death at Brown Sun Lake rang clear in his mind.
Nowhere in the legend did it say he died before the end of the era.
Nowhere in the legend was there a battle-witch that did not go to battle, either.
The last of his line, he had no one to ask about these terribly timed mysteries and no ally whose word he would trust. He had relied on his battle-witches, master-at-arms, and instincts since beginning his journey to reclaim what was rightly his.
With his thoughts in rare turmoil and his battle-witch most helpful when passed out, he had only one place to turn: to the man who helped raise him and served loyally at his side.
The Shadow Knight dressed in jerky movements, replaced his weapons and boar's head, and sought out his master-at-arms for an overdue discussion about the battle-witch he had found.