Chapter 30Loman started at the sound of the alarm. The Mandroc night raids had continued steadily, becoming, if anything, worse, and certainly not abating despite the fearful casualties the Mandrocs were suffering. It was as if Sumeral were saying, ‘I have such resources here that you may slay until you fall with fatigue and it will avail you nothing.’ But surely they would not attack so early in the evening, when there was still sufficient light left for the Muster to pursue them with ease and make their casualties total?
He went to the entrance of his tent and looked out, but even as he did so the tone of the alarm changed. ‘Friends approaching,’ it said.
One of the sentries nearby signalled to him.
‘Muster riders.’
Loman’s concerned expression changed to a smile. Thanks to Sylvriss’
