Hunter knelt before a simple shrine atop Hawk Ridge. A merry little fire of cedar sticks crackled on the flat rock that served as an altar. He pushed a bit of bread into the flames and prayed as the smoke went up.
“Show me your favor, Quam, and keep this company safe. You know I’ve only had a few months….” His voice trailed off, but his thoughts were practically a scream. Do you really think two months is enough to turn a pack of girls and boys and old men into a real army? Are you a fool, or barking mad? He shook his head. The voice in his head was right. He was mad. He’d spent all winter training his slingers and pikemen, and it still wasn’t enough time. “But it’s all I had,” he prayed again. “And now the snow is melting, and Tarkhan will be on the move. Quam have mercy on me.”
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