The lead rider dismounted, the other four riding off towards the cook-fires. The man saluted.
‘Your report?’ demanded Leofric.
‘No sign of the enemy, sir. We killed one old man who ran at us with an ancient broadsword, and we spotted some foresters heading south but, as ordered, we avoided contact. The Loda fort has been plundered and the walls part dismantled. We rode to the Pallides fort, and this has seen similar treatment.’
‘Any activity at Duane?’
‘None that I could see, sir, and I thought it best not to push too far. We’ll head out again after the men have eaten and acquired fresh mounts.’
‘Good. We will be moving on to the Loda fort within the hour. When you return, make your report to me there.’
‘Yes, sir.’
The Baron appeared and called out to the man as he was about to mount his horse.
‘You, how many foresters were heading south?’
‘Around a score, sir. Maybe a few more hidden by the trees.’
‘Not an attacking force, then?’
‘I don’t believe so, sir. I think they may have been hunting. I expect food is scarce about now.’
‘That’s all,’ said the Baron, moving alongside Leofric as the man saluted and turned away. ‘How many men do you have guarding the supply wagons?”
‘Two troops, my lord, and a section of infantrymen.’
‘Send back another fifty cavalrymen. I don’t think they are hunting deer, they are seeking to cut our supply line.’
‘Yes, sir. I’ll do that immediately.’
‘And give the orders to take some of them alive for questioning.’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Now you can order me that breakfast,’ said the Baron, returning to his tent.
Asmidir fought to keep himself calm. ‘Sigarni, listen to me, you cannot continue to risk everything on a single throw of the dice. We have enough men now to hold the western slope. We can wear them down, harry their flanks, disrupt their supply lines. There is simply no need for us to take unnecessary chances.’
‘I hear what you say, Asmidir, and I will consider it,’ she said. ‘Leave me now.’
She watched him depart, knowing his turmoil. He was a soldier, a strategist, and his hatred of the Outlanders had seeped into his bones. He had travelled far to find an enemy capable of inflicting savage defeats on his enemies, and now he felt it was all at risk. As indeed it was…
Fell had stood by silently during the exchange, and she turned to him. ‘You are slow to offer your opinions, general?’
He laughed. ‘I’m no general. I am a forester and proud of it. What he says makes sense to me, but who am I to argue with the great Battle Queen of the Highlands?’
‘Stop it, Fell,’ she said irritated. ‘Just tell me what you think.’
‘The man understands war – and he knows the ways of the Outlanders. The western slope must be defended, for it leads into our heartland. He knows it. You know it. The Outlanders know it.’
‘Exactly my point,’ said Sigarni. ‘We all know where the dangers lie – therefore it is time to think of something different. And, by God, I shall!’ She sat in silence for a few moments. ‘Any sign of Gwalchmai yet?’ she asked.
‘No. I think he headed home.’
‘To die,’ she said, softly.
‘Aye. His time had come, he said. He told me he was due to die in the spring – even knew the face of the soldier who would do the deed.’
‘He did not say goodbye,’ she said. ‘He took me in when the beasts slew my… parents, and he cherished me throughout my childhood. Why would he leave without saying goodbye?’
‘He knew the day and the hour, Sigarni. He left soon after you set off for the Crown. He spoke to Taliesen just before he departed; maybe the wizard can tell you more.’
‘And what of Ballistar?’
Fell shook his head. ‘Nothing yet, but Kollarin is seeking him.’
‘It broke his heart, Fell. He wanted you to see him as he was in that other world, strong and straight. He even bedded a woman there. It is often said that what is never had cannot be missed. I think that is true. All his life he has yearned to be like us. Then it happened, and he experienced a joy he could not have dreamed of. The return was a living nightmare for him.’