“Osteneer is dead?” Catelyn asked when Anneleigh returned to her a few moments later. “This is excellent news. We will have many battles against the Defiants at this place in the coming years, but you will be remembered as the hero who won the first.”
Anneleigh smiled. “Very kind praise for very little work. It was the Vigil, not I, who slain the commander.”
Catelyn nodded and smiled. “You do the work of the Vigil, Anneleigh. The honor goes to you.”
Catelyn’s words were drowned out by a commotion over the nearest ridge. As both elves turned to see what had caused the disturbance, Catelyn spoke.