Lessons~
Dara
Twelvestones
Greyback scouts swarmed over the ridge, scouring the hills like ants on a carcass. The drone of war horns announced Litchfield’s mob didn’t give a damn about the sovereignty of the Realm of the Firstborn.
At least the wait was over. Now Dara could wonder if his resolve would hold out this time.
The first ragged fringes of the r****e vanguard surged over the ridge after the scouts, then disappeared into the dark ribbon of forest between hills and plain. As the scouts emerged from the forest and their horses cantered across the plain, crisp rows of grey-coated infantry crested the distant ridge, flanked by cavalry regiments.
“Is the man insane?” Madelyn was pacing. “He can’t intend to storm the hill.”
“Litchfield will lay siege,” said Nigel. “His strategy wi
