CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
Over the next ten days, night raid after night raid had failed to locate Brian. Naring’s frustration had reached its peak.
“It is possible he has been taken elsewhere,” Turinel told him.
“Better that, than to kill him outright,” Shar said.
“Yet I fear what would happen to him if they take him to Dahrook.” Naring shook his head. “There were those reports of a unit heading in that direction.”
“Either way, my friend,” Turinel put a hand on his shoulder, “there is naught we can do but face the enemy before us.”
“Well, with his use of what Riley Stuart would call guerilla tactics, Faelerant has kept the enemy from attacking Erynmaril. General Moag has been chasing Faelerant up and down the forest and into the plains and back again. It’s costing him a lot of men, but it’
