Chapter 13Dacu swung down from his horse. He was breathing heavily and his face was flushed.
Hawklan did not alter his steady pace through the snow and Dacu fell in with him.
‘Well?’ Hawklan asked.
‘They’re there,’ Dacu said, between great breaths. ‘Right where the Drienvolk said they were heading. There must be forty thousand and more landing while we watched. And they’ve been there for some time. They’ve established a large camp and a lot of it’s being fortified.’
Hawklan did not try to keep the relief from his face. After the old man’s news that the Muster was gathering in the south to face the Morlider, there had been a considerable debate about where the Orthlundyn army should go.
Agreth had wanted to march south, hoping to find some Muster outpost still manned that could ride to
