‘Gavor, my old tormentor, wherever you are,’ he said to himself. ‘You would appreciate this piece of theatre.’ Then, more darkly, ‘And the one that’s about to follow, if we can do it right.’
For, just as Oklar had sought to destroy the Fyordyn High Guards by fire, so now he intended to destroy the allies.
He had failed in Fyorlund because of the discipline of his enemy. Now, one brave man out of the thousands on that plain had perhaps seen his scheme.
Steadily, the army drew nearer to Sumeral’s waiting horde, and Oklar’s fearful trap. Loman watched the skirmishers slowly falling back as he had ordered.
Then, the time was right.
Loman sent a signal down the line, and with a great shout, a section of the Lords’ cavalry began to gallop forward raggedly.
The chanting from the Mandrocs ro
