CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
The three men rode north, skirting the great marsh at the edge of the hills, trying to stick to the easiest route for the horses. It would be a long, hard ride and they could not afford to injure their mounts on the way. After five days, they left the marsh behind and turned at last into the hills. They headed for the pass, another week away, through which Janin Romei would march his army. The rains had let up during the last week, and Riley hoped to get the army clear of the mountains before any snow fell.
As they approached the area before the pass, they could see the encampment of a large army as the sun began to set. They headed straight for it but veered away when they realized it was not the army led by the high king.
“This is unexpected,” Kazlen remarked wryly
