Chapter 7
Estrella the BoldLord Alexane Gwilym stood upon the ramparts, he could just about make out the sound of numerous feet caught within the warm gusts that flowed from below, one second the tramp tramp, the next nothing as the thermals took the sounds high above. Ever since Smithson had returned with those horrible heads, faces contorted in the deathly pallor of grey grimace, he had known it was only a matter of time.
Taking up his spyglass he searched the horizon and thought he could just about make out a faint column of dust rising in the distance, dust, he figured, lifted by the tramp of countless feet. He scanned the valley below, corpses still lay where they had been slain, their flesh ripped apart by fortunate scavengers who grew fat feasting upon them, the crow, rat and magp
