47. Armies on the MoveTristan followed after two Torelian soldiers, his eyes roaming the trees. They took separate paths, spread amongst the trunks, walking roughly parallel to each other. Tristan slowed his steps, sensing himself pulling ahead once more. He had already received glowering looks from both men for inadvertently attempting to lead. One of the men had been Allan’s second in command for many years, making Tristan think his father had placed him in this patrol for the express purpose of showing him his place.
Pausing in his stride, Tristan examined the broken branch of a young tree. Had it been broken by Fae or human? Animal or bird? Friend or enemy? There was no way to tell. He could see no footprints amidst the heather.
With a sigh he continued on, glancing towards the south
