‘Groups one and three are all right,’ he said, returning to Athyr.’ But group four’s met some resistance.’
Even as he spoke the faint sound of raised voices in the distance reached them. The entire group stood motionless and silent. The commotion mingled with the sound of the sea but showed no immediate signs of stopping.
Athyr ran through the anticipated options quickly. Three groups into the camp without disturbance was one of the better ones. Isloman’s group would now act as diversion by holding for as long as they could before retreating.
‘Three are going in a hundred paces,’ Tirke said.
Athyr nodded. ‘We’ll go a hundred and fifty, tell one to go two hundred at their discretion.’
Tirke sent the message and then, without speaking, the group set off towards the sound of the breaking
