CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
The Master of Crows didn’t betray any emotion as he watched his forces being crushed, in spite of the scale of the reversal. He sat in a camp chair, letting his attention flow through his creatures, while around him, his captains babbled with reports, telling him about the fall of this village or that company. He let it wash over him.
“Dathersford is in ashes, my lord.”
“The second company is not reporting back.”
“Our eastern cohorts are reporting heavy losses to the fires and the free companies.”
They told him nothing that he could not see for himself. The crows flying over the battlefields told him the scale of the enemy’s assault, showed him the fires that were sweeping through the peninsula even now.
“Their commander is a ruthless man,” he said. “Half of the p
