"Aye. We destroy two armies or lose it all. You may not be of this world, but 'tis your battle now."
"What happened to the battle-witch before me?"
"She perished in battle."
"So the whole speech about protecting me with your life, about me being invincible . . ."
"You are invincible. I alone know how to kill you." His horse starts trotting. "She betrayed me and I ensured she did not live through the battle."
"Good to know. What did she do?"
"We do not speak of the past, lest we wish to invite its reoccurrence. What I have told you was necessary. I shall share no more."
My mouth drops open then closes.
His enemies are closing in. I push back into him, trying to avoid the inevitable. "I'm not ready for this!"
"Think of the purpose and it becomes easier."
I glance over to our right, where Wolfie rides, weapons in both hands, and legs guiding the horse. To our left is my squire, whose expression is little less terrified than I feel.
He's definitely in the wrong line of work and, apparently, so am I.