"Liss of Kennet died four months later, when the walls of the Anvirin clanhold were finally breached after a long siege."
Anvar puts the paper down, takes a deep breath. In Maradys, Inric stops speaking, and Liss' friend is silent, her eyes closed.
Realisation curdles in Anvar's mind, and he stands up, fists clenched. "There was a traitor!"