Chapter 46The waters of the Klarelfr blazoned red in the sun when Rune and Bergen dismounted from the west side of the Klarelfr and passed their reins to a soldier who greeted them. Moments later, Rune and Bergen threw back the flap of the tent pitched alongside the river.
“Thorold, news,” Rune called to Thorold, hunched over the map table as Roald stood passing orders to his captain.
“Still no word,” Thorold said. “Of the scouts we sent, only two have returned with updates on Aaric's progress.”
“What of Forkbeard?” Rune asked. “How is the scout from Dan's Mork doing?”
Thorold shook his head.
“Still no word,” Roald said. “Forkbeard hasn't learned that we've stripped our borders.”
Rune blew a short breath and nodded.
“We can assume,” Rune muttered. “Any word from the Northern Keep?”
