CHAPTER 11I
Mobile Force HQ had been the mansion of a Nostori noble driven from Sevenhills Valley on D-for-Dombra Day. Kalvan’s name had been shouted ahead as he rode to it through the torchlit, troop-crowded village, and Harmakros and some of his officers met him at the door.
“Great Dralm, Kalvan!” Harmakros laughed. “Don’t tell me you’re growing wings on horses, now. Our messengers only got off an hour ago.”
“Yes, I met them at Vryllos Gap.” They crossed the outer hall and entered the big room beyond. “We got the news at Tarr-Hostigos just after dark. What have you heard since?”
At least fifty candles burned in the central chandelier. Evidently the cavalry had gotten here before the peasants, on D-Day, and hadn’t looted too destructively themselves. Harmakros led him to an inlaid tab
