A torrent of flaming arrows was about to rain down upon them when Griswold finally realized that Cedric had not been bluffing.
The Lord Commander truly would rather die than betray Rowan. Griswold had only intended to frighten him into submission, yet now it was clearly obvious that fear alone would never bend a man like Cedric.
His expression darkened as he lifted a hand. "Halt."
At once, the archers stopped, holding back the arrows they had already drawn. Griswold leaned over the ledge, his narrowed eyes fixed on Cedric before his lips curled into a cold smile. "Leave Cedric. Kill the rest."
He had changed his mind at the last possible moment because, no matter the cost, someone as formidable as Cedric was too valuable to throw away.
If he could somehow force the Lord Commander onto his side, he would gain an asset far greater than the lives of the men standing below.
Unfortunately for him, that single order became the flaw in an otherwise flawless trap.
