Lord Devan was now tied to a chair, his face etched with pain and blood still dripping where his ear had been. Anthos was casually cleaning the blade of his sword, whistling a sticky little tune. Kalen ’Fal and Begryn were speaking with the guards and their commander, Captain Julius. The tower’s second-in-command at the end of the Thousand Roses Bridge had given the go-ahead to hold Lord Devan until the doubts were cleared up, since in truth he was not under the lord’s command but had been assigned to the garrison with another twenty soldiers. Galfrido, for his part, was again sitting at the table, eating what was left of the chicken."Is the beer poisoned too or just the wine?" the warrior asked, looking over the banquet at Lord Devan. "Because I just had a proper binge…"The noble looked at Anthos, and the guide shrugged, making a gesture with his hands for him to answer the question."Only the wine.""You'd better hope so," said the burly warrior, taking a small cask from the cente