“Then tell Amrik that he knows how went that parley, and that on the dawn I’ll send him back to the Hell that spawned him and his master.”
“My lord has no master!”
“Tell him.”
The rider scowled and without further word, kicked his horse away and thundered out of the camp.
“He will use sorcery,” Abadu said. “The dark thing he is allied with.”
“I know it,” said Oron.
“But he won’t have all his men stand idly by,” Tion argued. “Let sword do what it can do, and sorcery lend what it will.”
“That is the way it will go,” agreed Abadu.
Oron eyed Amrik’s host across the valley, the campfires now catching fire within the night as darkness came down. “Is Kossuth with him?”
“No,” Abadu replied quietly. “In Shemsan he sits, in a black fortress he has built for himself. He will direct the battl
