Dru cut two walking sticks to keep herself upright, and she could still barely stagger along. Chekwe walked in front of her, Marna thrown over his shoulder and carrying her faster than four stretcher bearers could. Dru watched the girl’s fiery hair swish as he swung along, his gait practically a saunter compared to the rest of the company. They were at the back of the rearguard, where Dru could try to rouse stragglers where they’d collapsed. Most got up and kept moving. Two had refused to move on. A few minutes after she’d left them, she’d heard screams. The necromancer’s army was close, and they weren’t taking prisoners.
Why would they? If they catch Marna, my dead soldiers will become their once-dead soldiers. How many have I given them already?
Why would they? If they catch Marna, my
