The soldiers saw the young man straighten up and hurriedly moved to press him down. They looked at their Lord with questioning eyes and asked, "My Lord, should we take this guy away?"
Brand looked at the young man. He knew this was the second son of Sir Min Tai, but it amused him to think that the old, uptight gentleman had such an interesting son.
He had already changed his mind and shook his head. "Let him go."
Let him go? The soldiers were stunned and looked at each other in confusion.
"Let him go," Brand repeated.
The soldiers then untied the rough hemp rope bound around Caglis's hands. The young man frowned and rubbed his wrist with a grimace—though the soldiers hadn't beaten him, they hadn't treated him gently either.
Looking at the bright red marks on his snow-white wrists, he couldn't help but frown even harder.
