Meryn moved off, indicating silently that they should keep walking. He had warned them that the Picts were still a long way from their home and would have men stationed around the camp, so every shadow and every sound only increased their fear. Having left a trail of looted villages behind them, the Picts would no doubt be expecting some sort of attack from the tribes, so approaching them was never going to be easy.
Usher crouched quickly as an owl hooted, his senses stretching as he scanned the darkness to his right for some sign of Meryn. The archer had used the sound before to get their attention, but in the darkness, it was hard to see anything.
Moonlight broke through the clouds again and briefly lit Meryn as he stood about ten paces away beside a large tree. He made a quick signal
