Chapter 21A brilliant sun made the snow-covered fields dazzling, and a sharp wind tumbled clouds across the blue sky. It also tumbled anything light enough through the whirling confusion of activity that was the Orthlundyn camp.
Tents and shelters were being dismantled and wrestled with in the chilly buffeting breeze; people were running hither and thither — it was too cold to stand still; food, weapons, clothes were being packed vigorously, and a wide-eyed Ffyrst stared on in some amazement.
‘You brought all this on your backs?’ he said.
‘Most of it,’ Loman said. ‘But the horses carried the bigger items.’
Urthryn dismounted. ‘I commend you,’ he said. ‘I can’t avoid the feeling that some of my people would fall over if they had to travel more than a hundred paces without a horse.’
Lom
