Chapter 25‘Riders coming! Riders coming!’
The cry galvanized the resting camp. Nilsson burst out of his tent and almost collided with the frantic messenger. Before he could ask any questions, the man answered them. ‘Dozens of them,’ he gasped, pointing northwards. ‘Armed. Coming fast.’
With uncharacteristic gentleness, Nilsson eased the man to one side, then bellowed out, ‘Arm up. Take close positions.’ The order was unnecessary, however, for his men needed no urging. Even as he shouted, Nilsson saw they were gathering up weapons and forming defensive groups.
A torrent of thoughts swept over him. He had no doubt about who these riders could be. They’d come at last to demand an accounting from him and his men. It puzzled him a little that they’d come from such an unexpected direction. Th
