Hunter and Chekwe dodged patrols all the first morning, and at midday saw heavy troop movement. Hunter counted eighteen regimental banners, and even though they were all under strength, he felt badly for the loyal sergeant in Northport. Unless Cordice had a bag of wizard’s tricks, he was going to lose, and the sergeant and his men were going to go down hard.
After they broke clear of the war, Hunter and Chekwe made good time. They kept up a slow jog all day, and managed to buy supper and a haymow to sleep in at a friendly farm. Two more days brought them to Grenfaire after nightfall. They found a cheap inn where Hunter turned in early and Chekwe caroused in the taproom until he passed out on the floor.
Hunter kicked his friend awake at first light.
“Get up. We’ve got eight miles to go.
