Chen couldn't have been more surprised if it was the sky that was suddenly falling down on his head or Vale Athrimir appeared on a flying horse.
His hands jerked reflexively, and he drew the reins of the horse, coming to a sudden stop. He looked at his father, who also stopped a few paces from him. "What did you say, Father?"
"I know you heard me the first time, Chen. We are going to kill Commander Garran and put an end to his plans," Eamon patiently repeated.
The disbelief on Chen's face was so comical that Eamon laughed. "You don't have to look as if you're looking at your death, Chen."
Chen shook his head, his face serious. "Father. You... what are you doing? Has the position of High Chief gotten to your head? You want to kill Commander Garran, a Master Knight with an army on his back? In his own territory?"
