chay

Chay didn't wait for an answer he knew they couldn't give.

Chay had spent the night watching Fire take his grandson.

Chay went to the table and poured wine for all of them.

What Chay saw instead was the courage and determination of his own people.

"I should hope so," Chay said, entering the conversation for the first time.

He explained his recent conversation with her, and Chay gave a low whistle.

"Stop treating him as if he was still fifteen," Chay said.

"Only to find Chay, who is not equipped to provide dinner!

When he was gone, Chay narrowed his eyes at his wife.

He held his sister while Chay mounted, then lifted her up to the saddle.

Chay nodded slowly and turned his head to look at Rohan.

Nearly all the food and goods the Keep had to offer were used to support Chay's army.

Chay caught his breath as her left hand raised slightly, thin and bony.

Chay put Betheyn beside him, then looked at the empty place to his right.

"But that's the point, you fool," Chay told him, completely serious now.

Chay had advised getting some sleep, or at least pretending for the troops' sake.

"Which my cooks are attempting to ruin, by the look of the table," Chay said.

"Chay knows what's what when it comes to fighting," Chadric said.

"Those wooden things of theirs puzzle me, though," Chay went on.

Rohan was beside himself when he found out Chay had actually led the assault.

They went into Society, in a chay and four grays with silk jackets.

Chay drained one goblet of wine and poured himself another.

Crouching beside his son, Chay felt for the pulse in the throat.

Chay had established the school with the idea of educating all that out of them.

"Did Chay order every damned torch and candle in the place lit?"