There were many who assented to join Oron’s camp; and those who didn’t were escorted away, unarmed, by men in Oron’s trust.
Then Oron called Heros and Tion to him, and they entered Cae at the front of their ranks. The people lined the streets and, at his appearance, bowed to Oron as a deliverer and sang old songs of thanks and praise. Oron didn’t care for it.
“Go to your homes and go about your businesses,” he called to them. “You’re under the rule of my commander, now, and you’ll all do as he says. Cae no longer belongs to Amer, but to Oron the Wolf.”
Then he and his retainers went to the city palace, called in a delegation of the citizens, and conferred with them under torchlight over a late meal.
A man told Oron, “Our lord, Sodorow, was slain by Dasagak, along with our few nobles an
