Despite his meticulous and formal manner, Varak’s eyes betrayed his excitement, and Isloman found he had to stride out to keep pace with him as they walked towards the courtyard.
Nor did the pace lessen when they reached it, for Varak strode straight across and trotted neatly up the stone steps to the battlements. A Sirshiant ran up to greet him and saluted smartly. ‘It’s Goraidin Dacu’s group, Commander,’ he said. ‘They’ve got two riders with them. They’re about an hour away.’
Isloman moved to the wall and peered out over the valley. The morning air was clear and fresh after the recent rains, and laden with the scents of mountain trees and vegetation. In the distance, he could just make out a column of riders moving steadily along the wide track that would bring them eventually to the c
