Everyone was overjoyed when King Ishtun announced that they were finally taking a break and camping for the night. A generalized sigh of relief erupting from the troops as they stopped, and the cavalry dismounted, preparing to have some well-deserved rest.
With the objective of catching up with the rest of their troops as fast as they could, the young monarch had made them march relentlessly, using shortcuts and urging them to keep going even when they were at the brink of exhaustion.
It had been hard, but it had paid off. And now they were hot on their outpost heels, and in consequence, right behind Njál´s army. Their efforts had rendered fruit and if Ishtun´s calculations were right, they would be reaching their intended position the next day. So, he was giving his men some brief leisu
